Chittagong Sounds

Dan and I live on the sixth floor, but that doesn't really remove us from the many sounds of the city below. Each day, five times a day, our entire apartment fills with the call to prayer. Whenever there are pujas going on at the hindu temple down the road our apartment fills with the sounds of bells and songs. The *tring tring* of bicycle rickshaws and the surprisingly melodious truck horns can be heard 20 hours a day. During the day we hear goats bleating and cows mooing. At night we hear dogs fighting. Today while taking a nap I was awoken for a moment by a parade passing by. Just now an unfamiliar noise came through the window into the living room where Dan was blogging, looking up words on his online dictionary, and I was drawing. I asked, 'what is that?' and Dan asked, 'is it human or animal?'. I guess we'll never know.