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Being jet-lagged provided the perfect opportunity to watch the sunrise- and the dawn rush hour.


Early morning is the busiest time of day- the esplanade is a superhighway for runners, joggers, cyclists and insomniacs; the beach is awash with strollers, paddlers, photographers, dogs, owners, beachcombers inspecting the morning sea harvest (today hundreds of cuttlefish bones). On a different day kayakers, sailors, fisherfolk and swimmers would be bobbing in the bay. Strangely for a beach, there are no children. Rush hour is not for kids.