Mogadishu in the 1300's was one hell of a place. So organised! All visitors were registered/acknowledged, the people had a healthy diet and cuisine, many camels and goats were slaughtered each day, respect was given to the knowledgeable. People were bi-lingual and everyone had such complicated and beautiful manners:
Buying anything from a merchant below its market
price or selling him anything except in his host’s presence is disapproved of by the
people of Mogadishu.
...when a ship comes into port, it is boarded from sanbuqs, that is to say, little boats.
Each sanbuk carries a crowd of young men, each carrying a covered dish, containing food.
Each one of them presents his dish to a merchant on board, and calls out: “This
man is my guest.



