I was invited to take a spin on a coracle. The wind was light, the water rippled with small waves, and the boatman was quiet. We just drifted silently past fishing houses, anchored boats, and a few dogs sleeping on wooden bridges.
It all evokes such a real-life scene that I feel like I'm a resident here, no longer a tourist.
Late at noon, I visited Dinh Cau – located on a rocky outcrop jutting out into the sea. This is a sacred shrine for the people of Phu Quoc, with incense smoke billowing and the tinkling of wind chimes.
I suddenly saw an old woman wearing a traditional Vietnamese dress standing and praying next to an incense burner. Although I couldn’t hear all of what she said, the last sentence echoed clearly: “Pray for the boat to return with all the people on board.” The prayer was short, but it contained a lifetime of trust in the sea.
There, religion is not a grand ritual, but a way for people to place their hopes in the uncontrollable. That simplicity is perhaps what made me feel most at peace during the trip.
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