As we watched the sunrise over the Mediterranean and as I was taking some photos, older man walked over to the end of the pier and started doing some morning exercises. As soon as I saw his routine I knew that he grew up in Soviet Union. Even so he was Asian looking, my guess Kazakh, he had those specific poses and stretches that were part of any morning exercise in that part of the world. And of course, his swim trunks is another give away.
Isn’t it interesting how certain cultural traditions will allow us to spot people and identify their origins without ever talking to them.