The air numbers were not looking good, I've been sick, etc etc - just mounting a few excuses why I didn't head out on my bike this morning - and wont be doing so tomorrow either. So it was with cheer that I heard that Tracy had phoned and the Black Shrimp was heading to Yau Ley.
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From the shore, fish farms out to the right, the seafood restaurant jetties in the middle, the shrimp
moored at the end of the second one. |
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From the water it looks like this - a teeny little village, the restaurant with the blue wall, and the
rest somewhat down at the heel. |
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If you go off the beaten track, into the bush above the village there are the ruins of
houses hinting at a more glorious time. Seems such a waste. |
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| Some are just eaten up by the undergrowth - this one succumbing to the roots of a rubber tree. |
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Inside the village itself are some of the teeniest houses imaginable. This one is maybe
one and a half times the size of a double bed. I wonder whether they too will be eaten
by the jungle some time. |
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| There are still signs of life, I walked past this patio with its garden shark chilling in the sun. |
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| I love the Shrimp, it's super-slow-moving and mellow, helps you look at the things you're going past. |
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