It has been almost ten years since I came to Port Weld or Kuala Sepetang for photography. It is a small fishing town of wooden buildings and barges and boats and fish being dried in the open. The town smells of fish cannery; that combined smell of sea and putrefying fish but it is not unwelcome. Rather, the aroma is somehow the essence of the town. Without it, it cannot be Port Weld.
