Pulau Ketam

I escaped from the bustling city for 24 hours, to a little island named after a crab.   I was the only foreigner among the 10,000 predominantly Chinese residents.  I had some of the freshest seafood in my life, nearly tumbled off a dodgy walkway into garbage-y muck, and met some beautiful old fishermen.   I fell in love with the colorful buildings and custom-made bicycles that were everybody’s mode of transportation//cargo hauling.  Feels so great to be taking photos again, of one of my favorite subjects, Fish!  Alas, a successful break from the cars & chaos that is KL.