The Mosque

Around sunset in my part of Surry Hills we get the taxi crush. A good fraction of the taxi drivers in Sydney must be Muslim and they all seem go to the Surry Hills mosque around sunset. It’s this tiny mosque squeezed in between a few Chinese terrace houses in this tiny, former slum street which still contains a brothel or two; its really quite a perplexing place to put it.

There is no parking in Surry Hills and the parking inspectors here are vicious – I think they have a block each and are on very good commissions. So the whole experience of getting to the Mosque on time and avoiding a parking fine must be pretty stressful for the taxi drivers.

I do believe that they must believe in their god. There is no other rational explanation for anyone going through this daily hell.