It's 5:45 in the morning and a car horn blasts outside the under-insulated walls of our hotel. Various birds begin to make their morning noises.
Then the call to prayer starts somewhere nearby. And then another one starts, and then another. And they all move at a slightly different rhythm, so it quickly becomes quite the experience in musical polyphony.
Even though the beds are a bit hard and narrow and the single pillow is woefully insufficient, I already got a good 9 hours of sleep. So I have no choice but to lie back and enjoy the sounds of the neighborhood waking up.
Let the journey begin...
