The rain finally stopped. After the continuous din, there was a new quietness. The air was crisp and clean and in spite of the approaching dusk, a sharpness to the views.
Everything was wet but no longer drenched.
Though dark clouds still hanged low, rays of light were also breaking through clearly visible against the dark background.
We paid our bills and stepped out of the restaurant ready to begin our journey anew. Now that the rain had stopped, these fishermen could once again repair their boat. An older man was showing a younger man the trick of the trade. Wonder if they were father and son.
We got in our boat. I took the cut off bottom of a one liter mineral water bottle and scooped water out of the boat as Kurau guided the boat to head for open sea again. We sailed towards the railway bridge.
These fishing fans did not let the rain deter them. With the rain gone, they came out of their shelters from which they had continued fishing and now fished in the open. They greeted us as our boat neared the bridge again.
One of the "tahan lasak" (lasting) fishing kaki coolly watched us. I salute these guys who are made of stern stuff.
We passed under the bridge and into open sea. Among the dense swirling dark clouds, a ray of light had punched through lighting up a specific spot in the sea. It looked kind of dramatic. I urged Kurau to move there. If we can get under, we may become enlightened.
Our boat headed for the spot of light. "Father, forgive us for all our sins for we have seen the light." Then we remembered, wrong religion for us. :)
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