ABSTRACT
Dozens of dugouts, fishing for sadafs and biZ-biZ, dotted the still water. At sight of us they made off for shore with splashing paddles, in spite of reassuring signs.
When the rapid twilight put an end to our navigation among the reefs, we dropped anchor near the entrance of Seguid Bay. Early the following morning, we poled our way through the tortuous channel. At the far end of the inlet, a grove of date palms masked the village.
