A mosque in Sudan, near the Nile River, if I'm not mistaken.
Some of the riders loved the sound of the faithful being called to
prayer. Given that this usually occurred at 4:00 AM over
cheap loudspeakers that made the sound scratchier than a wool coat
filled with Brillo pads, I did not. I personally feel that
the only pleasant sound one can hear at 4:00 AM is that of Sophie
Marceau turning over.