"A jumble of attap palm‑roofed huts and gangplanks jutting out into the water, originally built so clan members could live where they worked and avoid taxes. Once a working waterfront community, it has become saturated with tourists picking their way between stalls selling plastic trinkets and durian ice cream; many residents have reacted by forbidding photography or selling up to souvenir merchants, leaving a sense of a place being reshaped by outside demand." - Nicholas Walton