Around the back of the mosque.

Tara, Sarah, Jason

Sarah, Jason, Tara

Tara, Jason, Sarah

I realize I am missing some of the possible sequence, but they would only hold still for so many shots.

On the dunes just outside of Shela.

There's the crenelations of that pesky fake castle again.

Ali Samosa is a fixture of Shela, a sort of travel agent, raconteur and private chef.

He fixed us a great lunch.

The Peponi hotel served coffee in these really cool tureens.

If it was Russian, and if it served tea, I think it would be called a samovar.

Jason and Sarah galumph.