The morning catch.

Somewhere along the coast off the small town of Fikr, Terenggaqnu, or could it be Merang Beach?i a lone fishing boat sits in the calm water while it was being unloaded. It is known that most of the good catch by larger fishing vessels never made it to the Terengannu market as htye are sold while out at sea to  foreign buyers  like Singapore and Thailand. Fish is getting to be rediculously expensive in the state that prides itself as a fisherman's State. Most of the fish you find in the terengganu market comes from Tahiland ironically but they are frozen or cured with carbide to make the fish look healthy. This is the plght of the Terenggany people, being sold out by their own fishermen.

My son Timo, is still recovering from a sleepless night after driving with me all the way from Penang, he could not fall asleep even had he wanted to as his dad was a maniac on the road So now he is asking for a shower and a bed to pass out on. However the morning sunrise had different plans in store for him as the day wore on he had hardly thought of sleep or a room to crash, the lure of the sea was too much for the Swiss from the Alps.

The rising sun has always captured my mind and attention, it has stopped time and thus my mind, I often become the rising sun over the horizon blazing my way out of the my watery grave and and illuminating the skies around me while the Azzan is being hailed from ever mosque within hearing distance.   

A group of fishermen is on the way in from the mother boat and they looked heavily loaded as the sampan rides deep in the water. What it must e like to for them to hve spent the night out at sea  trying out their luck while at the mercy of the weather.

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A group of men could be any group them up and down the coastal beaches of the State of Terenggnu where for as far as your eyss can see there lies the stretch of  beach of golden sand sometimes nary a soul in sigh you feel like you have the whole beach to yourself..

This small insignificant scene is an added bonus for one who is looking for a story to tell and dream to fulfill in this journey of his. A journey of self discovery and fulfillment. I have in the past while growing up along the Coast of the South China sea experienced such similar scene only the time and place were different, i was there like I am now.

There is beauty even in the simplest of settings and it is for one to be present in the moment when it happens and to be able to carefully capture the beauty and share it with those who have chosen to read your story.. Perhaps there is a lesson to be be learned perhaps it helps tp sooth a wounded soul  or heal a worried mind by its own beauty alone.

Dress these men id batik sarongs and batik wrap around their heads and you spin time back into history while the fiber glass boat is being replace by a wooden sampan, this is what it was and will always be along the Terengganu coast all the way from Kemaman in the south to Besut in the North.

Alright lets get going guys!

Not bad for a night; s catch.

Homeward bound.

Eat Fish, its better than chicken or beef!