We met up with our tour guide, and although drivers aren’t supposed to accompany tours, Rostom came along in order to wheel Tim around in the wheelchair the hotel let us use. We first all headed for the fishing port, which in the morning is a beehive of activity, with fishing boats returning with their catches and locals there to do their shopping. Interestingly enough, I didn’t see many foreign tourists.

On the edges of the fishing port were the fish cleaners (Gutters? Not sure what they're called). This man is throwing fish over the wall to them.

Cannon at the Sqala, posted earlier: