I was visiting my friend in Pangkor Island, Perak, Malaysia, whos father is a semi-retired fisherman. I went fishing with Uncle Goh, watch excitingly as "tambi" slowly release the gill net into the Straits of Malacca.
Both of them often hang around on deck, hand crossed at the back. I'm holing onto something, all most of the time, especially when the boat slowing down, taking full momentum from the gentle sea wave.
More story here:
http://littlemikefay.blogspot.com/2005/11/pulau-pangkor-story-of-fishing-vill...
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