the lost fisherman
Ha long bay, Vietnam
Ha long bay, Vietnam
Published on Passion Passport
The battle had been going on for weeks. From the sea, the invaders’ ships kept rolling in, filled with fearsome bloodthirsty soldiers who slaughtered everyone in their path. The people on-land kept fighting back with all the strength left in their souls, but they were now weakened, wounded, exhausted. Their arms were weathered by the swords in their hands, their legs shivering, about to give in to the weight of their bodies.
But up above the Gods were watching, and they were touched by the people’s undying determination in protecting their land. So Mother Dragon gathered her children and riding the wind they plunged the heavens towards the sea, their mighty jaws unfolding a raging storm of fire. Just as the powerful invader was about to strike the winning blow, the Dragons drowned every ship in a mighty flaming blast, obliterating them all into sand. As the smoke cleared those suddenly peaceful waters, there were thousands of majestic fangs left behind by the Dragons to forever guard the bay.
This legend (or something close to it) gave the magnificent landscape of Ha Long Bay its name. And whether one believes in god-like monsters or not, once you see such a place there is no denying the ever-working forces of Nature that continuously shape the contours of our planet. The towering limestone rocks, scattered as islands and islets across the emerald waters, are picture proof of its sculpting gifts. The winds, the waves, the currents and the tides, they all act together to create that immense ethereal scenery.
And they had worked together that day to run our group’s junk boats aground. Were we seen as invaders too, struck down by Nature so we couldn’t reach that promised paradise?
Read more on Passion Passport: https://passionpassport.com/the-lost-fisherman-of-ha-long-bay/
