There is much laughter and squeals
of delight coming from the pool area. A
hotel employee scolds a boy from climbing up a ladder marked “keep off.”
Walking down a long jetty, I get
faint whisps of petunias that line part of the walkway. The sun fades quickly.
I hear the beginning of the Maghrib
prayer coming from the Mosque behind me on my right.
The male voice is penetrating and of high pitch.
I am adjacent to the dry dock ship
repair structure -- sharp, brusque commands circulate over the
loudspeaker.
The flag at the end of the jetty
flaps loudly in the breeze. It competes quite well with the other sounds carrying in the air. I hear a low-sounding voice behind me.
It is the evening prayer coming
from the mosque closer to the hotel. I walk back toward the hotel. As I get closer to the hotel, street
noise adds to the cacophony of sounds. The
prayer ends. Sounds from cars honking,
trucks with loud engines, accelerating buses, and sirens fill the air.
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