A slow ferry ride from Port Klang delivers you to Pulau Ketam – a sleepy Chinese fishing village on stilts, where the only traffic is bicycle wheels squeaking over wooden boardwalks. No cars, no fuss, just weathered temples, homesick Hokkien elders playing chess, and the salty scent of the Strait. This album wanders through its tangled lanes and crab traps, capturing a vanishing Malaysia where time moves with the tide – quiet, resilient, and wonderfully out of step with the mainland.