The morning sun had just emerged from behind the thick grey clouds. I was sitting by the river when I saw an old guy, possibly 50 or 60 years old, went down to the river bank and started digging among the mud and stones, looking for clams (or oysters?). I heard there used to be more people in this town doing this along the river. It seems to be a slow job, I wonder how long would it take to get enough for a dish of the seafood and how much he gains each time he goes down? I hope that his gain was good that day.
At the far end in the background is the mosque of Sultan Ibrahim (Masjid Sultan Ibrahim).