My hotel in Ghardaia was in a part of town pretty much between two minarets so I could hear two versions of the "call to the prayer".
I love the call to the the prayer. Hearing two of them really made me appreciate how different they really are.
Some of my favourite moments in Ghardaia were late at night (midnight) then again early in the morning (4:00am) being woken up by the call to the prayer, getting dressed and going in the gardens in the dark and sitting down by the jasmine bush for the duration of the call.
At night the temperature was sweet and perfect, the two calls were hypnotic, cats were sneaking by and the smell of jasmine added nicely to the mystique of the moment.
