Like most runners, I always take my kit with me when I go away. Indeed, sometimes I even wear it to travel in if there’s no room to pack it (yeah, I know – not even slightly sexy but worth it in the long run). It’s the best way to get over your jetlag, get a feel for a new environment and see things you’d never notice from a cab or a bus. So I was very excited to lace up my trainers and head out into the streets of Buenos Aires. Sadly, the feeling of elation didn’t last long…
First, there were the dogs. Thousands of them. It seemed like everyone had at least one and it wasn’t unusual to see people walking dozens of them. The dogs themselves weren’t the big problem for runners; they were all much more interested in each other than they were in humans. The real issue was the mess they left behind. Continue reading
