Taking a leaf out of the Turkish Picnic book, we pulled up on this deserted part of the road by the lake to have our picnic. There were these old boats, one with a very rusty anchor, then some old rusted farm equipment stuck off in the brush. We were enjoying a quiet meal when the following call to prayer broke the silence. I don't think this Imam took singing lessons. It is one of the worst we have heard. But this is basically what it sounds like 5 times a day/night.
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