Not knowing the choices available, we boarded whichever available and ended with a converted ferry from a trawler. It took one hour-journey to our destination while the other took half the time.
The advantages are the open view and the strong breeze with good view from both sides for photography. The disadvantages are the deafening noise from the roaring engine and slow pace skimming over the choppy sea.
Well, it was a brilliant idea for the exhausted father to place his baby to sleep on his body. Unfortunately, a seven feet long piece of wood supporting the life jackets fell on them.
The supervisor came to investigate not knowing that two teen-age passengers had earlier fooling around and accidentally pulled the wooden pole loosen. The vibration from the trawler-ferry finally saw the mishap taken place.
The supervisor went to the couple after the investigation and handed them a red-packet as a gesture of apology. Luckily, the baby and his father were unhurt.
As far back in the early fifties, Pulau Ketam was a desolated island of mangroves swamp where crabs were in abundance. The fisherman arrived for crabs and made daily trip back to the mainland with their catch.
When the small populace wanted to stay permanently, the “Chuan Eng Bio” temple was built as the guardian for their safety and solace.
The trip back to the mainland was rather amusing. The conductress of the trawler-ferry put up an entertaining sail home.
A septuagenarian, she sang and danced like a “child” in her world of her own. In different dialects, she churned out all her favourites.
Somewhere beneath her physical exterior, she could be a very lonely individual who enjoys seeing people laugh and be amused. To her, it is gratifying!
Salute woman, keep it coming!