Red Ganh Sea calls for love

During our recent holiday, we chose Ganh Do – a small fishing village in Xuan Dai ward, Song Cau town ( Phu Yen province) – as our destination. Not noisy, not ostentatious, Ganh Do opened its heart to welcome us with all its simplicity, rusticity and strangely friendly.

Ganh Do is 15 km south of Song Cau town center, nestled along National Highway 1A. Ganh Do is famous for its fragrant fish sauce and rows of casuarinas whispering stories every afternoon. But perhaps what keeps people coming back is the warm hospitality of the fishing village people and the pristine beauty of the sea.

The first afternoon we touched Ganh Do, we seemed to melt into the sea. The gentle south wind blew, as gentle as a mother's hand, cooling our skin. The sea was clear, the water embraced, caressed, and soothed every muscle that was tired from the hardships of the city. Someone once said: "Close your eyes, breathe in the salty scent of the sea, feel the cool breeze from the wind and you will feel light-hearted." How true. All worries suddenly disappeared like foam, leaving only a vast expanse of sky.

Sunrise at Ganh Do beach.

That night, we stayed at the beach. Each family pitched tents right on the sand, next to the rustling poplar trees. After a good swim, the group gathered around a small party with fresh seafood bought from the fishermen. The children eagerly gathered firewood and lit a fire. The crisp, hearty laughter, the thumping footsteps chasing away the wind crabs, and the sandy falls... All blended into a symphony of childhood.

The night sea is breathtakingly beautiful. In the distance, fishing boats are lit up like a galaxy across the sea. The waves murmur like a lullaby, while the moon floats slowly, casting a silvery light on every tent and every hair. In the vast space, meditating, silently watching the high sky and the vast sea, one's heart suddenly feels as light as a cloud, as free as a seagull flying towards peace.

Late at night. The whole group slept peacefully in the tent. I lay close to the water's edge, listening to the sea whispering a lullaby with an endless refrain: murmur... murmur... The sea never sleeps. The sea is awake with the fates of those who depend on the sea.

At around 4am, suddenly the sound of "crack, crack..." woke me up. On the other side, a man was beating the water with a beam to drive fish into the net. He wore a worn-out shirt, his face was strong, the boat's lights glistened on his tanned skin. He said nothing. But clearly in that image was a lifetime of hardship, a lifetime of people attached to the sea, and a love for the homeland that needed no name. Those fishermen - they are silent witnesses to life in the ocean, "knights" without armor, protecting every inch of water, every wave, every dawn of the Fatherland.

The sky gradually brightened. As if by magic, the sun appeared bright, round, floating like a dazzling ball of fire placed by someone on a sparkling silver tray. Ganh Do, the white sand welcomed the dawn naturally and sincerely. The light dyed the sea surface pink. The wind kissed the cheeks. All senses were awakened in a very magical morning.

Far out at sea, boats began to turn their bows toward the shore. Birds hovered in the emerald sky. A new day had begun. And my heart rang out a silent call: Oh sea, thank you for reminding me to live slowly, to live truly, and to live with love.

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/du-lich/202506/ganh-do-bien-goi-yeu-thuong-d5b04f4/