After listening to the call to prayer at dawn this morning (and promptly going back to sleep), we visited the National Mosque, where we had a long and interesting chat with a volunteer host about the nature of Ramadan and how Muslim prayer works (for example, she explained to us that male-female segregation in the mosque is not because women are inferior, but for modesty in densely packed spaces where people bow from their knees towards the backside of the person just in front of them).
We also visited the Islamic Arts Museum, which has a very cool collection of textiles, illuminated Qurans, artifacts, and my personal favorite, "arms and armour," which included some very elaborate firearms from the 17th and 18th centuries.
It was a great experience, with some interesting insights into this Muslim nation that is trying very hard to be secular.
We spent the rest of the day exploring the central market, eating great food, and getting a feel for the place. Now the monsoons are rolling in, with a dark horizon, rumbling thunder, and a few heavy drops falling. A great time for a gin and tonic with our host, Inger, and to ponder the history of this place.





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