It was the Dunkin donut motto till the doughnuts got delivered by 18 wheel trucks. These guys were furiously baking for some event probably for the evening activities. Flatbread are seen to the left in a tandoor oven. And then under the plastic are pancake looking discs. I can’t envision how they can’t be soggy. Make sense? I am not in love with soggy pancakes. From the stacks it looks like everything will go like hot cakes – couldn’t resist to say this.
Maybe it’s a brand new style. I didn’t much pay attention when pant were worn below the crack of your butt. Maybe this kid’s got something going. It was not hot nor was it cold. Half and half?
The classic style is characteristic for different regions and places. Wooden treatments range from primitive to rather ornate. You can see modern to crude to roughly made. Brown is the preferred color.
The styles are said to be unique to certain geographic areas. This is beyond my ability to distinguish.
Beats me. Scattered around the area of the Al Balad are old vintage cars like this Dodge. Go figure. It had a lot of fingerprints upon it. They don’t make ‘em like they used to?
In Al Balad, the old city, there is a café. There are really not too many. The city is composed of twisty winding narrow streets with run down tenement homes that are in need of serious renovation. The area was declared a UNESCO heritage site. So the renovation will begin and I will not see it’s completion. Right now it is hard to see much quaintness. But this little area reminds me of a small French café.
These benches are place in front of homes and establishments for men to sit and talk of news. They are high so that feet usually go up on the cushions. There were a lot of groupings around in the old city, Al Balad. I was there during the day. The activity is hottest at night when everyone is out and about after the last prayer.
I like the fish calendar. Most people have a mask on their face. I assume the food police insist upon it. No one actually wears it. It’s kind of like seat belts. They are optional till the police give you a ticket. Well in conclusion of my fish market tour, I did see lots of lobster, which I have not seen alive in the Red Sea. There were lots of other fish not seen by me during my dives. It seems that the lack of color indicates that the tasty fish are rather drab. I’d like to know where they net shrimp in such large numbers. And in a random sampling, it appears that squid and octopus are not in demand nor available.
Only a few stalls at the fish market had shark. I guess it is some sort of specialty fish. They were small. Who knows where they were caught or how? Oh, and there were small tuna here and there too. Don’t ask me…” it tastes like chicken” – my stock answer.
There was this one, though, that I have not seen – white spotted guitar fish?
The other section of the fish market is for cleaning your purchase. Lines and rows of men are dressed in aprons and rubber boots waiting to gut and fillet your purchases. It is indeed messy. Women sit on benches outside. Men inside congregate and watch their fish being cleaned and dressed. And then there were women collecting the fish heads for stock.
Stationed only a few feet apart these men clean fish efficiently.
So it is too cold to dive. The water temp is just uncomfortable. Why dive cold when you can wait for better temperatures? Well the wildlife is dead. I admit there are fish I don’t see when I dive. And where did they catch all those shrimp. I am lucky to see two together hiding under a coral. Does the cry, “Here fishy fishy…” really work?
Meanwhile there are a lot of choices. Each booth has a limited selection. Who caught these fish? And why doesn’t everyone buy their fish fresh here?