then it was daybreak. the starting of a new day when people need to do their businesses.

the mood was different than the first thirty minutes we started the journey. more and more sampans carrying what they can sell to the others.

the chit chats grew louder as we stopped our engine and sailed closer to them. the air was thick as we could hear some of the conversations in the local language mixed with the bahasa.

it was business as usual. everyday. every morning.