Morning Run

Well I prised myself out of bed this morning to go for a jog, with the mental thought being 'you'll be so glad you did it...don't put it off', and as usual -I am so glad I did.

Jogging in Bhutan is amazing. The scenery is stunning. I just need to look out from my balcony or even walk to the top of my street, to see all the mountains that surround this tiny city. In the mornings, there are few people around, the streets are quiet and the sun is barely up. It is great. Those that you do see are going for a morning walk, meditating or praying with their Mala beads or just on their way to work. You do see the occasional jogger, but not that many.

It is hard to describe the mountains other than to say they are huge, covered in trees, and have undulating sides giving them depth. Pictures don't capture them, you must come here to see them. What is so cool, is that they appear to be constantly changing. The sunlight hits them at different parts of the day and they look different. Parts of the mountain are highlighted that you have never seen before, it is so beautiful.

I have some Swiss friends here, who are a bit over me 'oo'ing and ahh'ing', as they have mountains all around them at home. Is it just an Australian thing? My flattie Carolyn (another Australian) and I often talk about the mountains, which is good as we never take them for granted. We know we may not be in this place again, and the mountians won't always be there to greet us each morning.

So I am glad I went for my run, and those mountains will be my inspiration each day. With limited time left, I'll be appreciating each hill I climb, each corner I turn and raise my head to see what mountain I have not discovered yet.

Tashi Delek