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.