Marsa Inkeifal. Set in the flat desert, with a mangrove lagoon. A truck dropped off the occupant of a solitary tent and he immediately offered us coffee. He pulled his bed out of the tent and made us sit while we watched as he carefully baked the beans then ground them with cinnamon before putting them in a jebana – a small engraved pot. He served it in two tiny china cups which he carefully cleaned by rubbing his thumb around inside them.