Salty fish, prawns and dried cockles. Put them all in one bucket and smell it. That is the same aroma that will literally sting you from your throat to your chest. The water looks like it was stir out of coffee. Wooden boats were floating on it. Some were from its way back from sea. Rain or shine, its captain did not look at all happy. As I was walking by the side of the river, in waits of someone to rob me, I stumbled upon a boxing academy. The sign above says it all - 'The Chinese Boxing Fellowship'. I was standing there trying hard to relate Chinese with boxing. I thought Martial Arts would be somewhere along the lines instead. I mean this is a small fishing village out of nowhere and they have come to some level of enlightenment to put Chinese and boxing together.