Monday, November 29, 2010

Upside of jetlag

Managed to fall asleep. Staying asleep a different story.

This is perplexing as I tend to be very good at sleeping.

Woke before 4 am and decided this would be a great opportunity to go run around Dubai.  Little traffic, less smog - a little exciting too. I made my way out toward the floating bridge before 5 am.  And yes, the bridge is resting on the water.  Running at night you're more sensitive to the sound around you and I gasped as I heard something leap out of the water next to me.  I still don't know what they were, but there were a few of them. I'm guessing they were fish.  Then my imagination starts to go:  is there anything in the water or running on land that might enjoy eating a slow runner?  Dubai...hmmm...maybe a camel would spit on me?  I've heard of rogue camels getting stranded along the highways here.. The bridge was barricaded.  So, I ran around the barricades. Its nice having a bridge to yourself - felt the bridge give under my steps and came to another barricade - and water.  It was sort of surpising to see a bridge end, look across a few meters to see it pick up again. The center had been pulled to the side - I suppose to allow boat traffic on the creek.  I was a little disappointed as there is a park across the way that I hear is good for running.  So, I turned back and made my way into the Dubai Park Hyatt Hotel.  A gated compound, I made sure to wake the guard with a "good morning" as I ran in.  The roads were lit and I made my way in toward a golf club.  I meandered a bit on the paths, startled a few rabbits - who looked more like pets on the loose than wild rabbits.

As I finished my loop it was nearing 5:30 am - and the call for prayer began to sound across Dubai.  I ran back out on the floating bridge and could hear the call to prayer echo from all around me as the calls came from Mosques all over the city. I stopped at the end of the bridge to soak in the sounds.  As the last notes drifted off, I trotted back to the hotel and am about to start a new day myself.

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