But it's seven o'clock and the sun is already up. The temperature must have risen while I crossed the street, from nice and joggable to the low 90s. Not running temperature. I snap some pictures, debate whether or not to photograph the watchmen who had just slept on the park benches under the stars, in twin-size matresses, and under a light Caspian breeze. I decided not to, in case one of them is not fully asleep and catches me in the act. I play two salsa songs, a crazy merengue, and a lively reggaeton by PitBull in my iPod and go back to the hotel. An hour later, the temperature is 110F.
Lesson learned: If you want to go for an early jog in Ashgabat during the summer, go before sunrise (6 am).