All over the country but especially in the North you can find shops selling dry fish. Fish is dried in order to preserve it, so anything that is not sold fresh is laid on hessian mats to dry in the hot sun.
The stores selling dry fish look like an archaeologist’s dream with hundreds of fossils hanging from the roof, in baskets and boxes and wherever else there is space. Every type of fish can be found from the smallest fingerling to Moby Dick. Their eyes still gleam and their mouths are agape as if they were dried by an underwater medusa. Split open down the middle in order to increase their surface area they resemble two and three headed mutants being displayed as trophies by wild sea hunters rather than as options for lunch.