It's our last full day in Makkah. Noi was already talking about missing being here yesterday evening as we came back from prayers in the evening from al Masjid al Haram.
A little incident which occurred after Friday Prayers over a week ago will stay with me as an example of the singularity of this location. Walking back through the rubbish-strewn back streets to our little haven at Shisha we passed a car, moving slowly along, wary of the stream of pilgrims around it. Suddenly the guy in the passenger seat wound down his window and proceeded to pass small, chilled bottles of a peach drink to us all. The drink tasted good, I can tell you, perhaps gaining in sweetness from the unusual circumstances in which I came to drink it.