Da Nang is not a normal city. It has that point of eccentricity that makes you smile, while strolling along a long beach, in which the Pacific crashes.
But this place must start telling it from above. We climb a hill where the statue of Lady Buddha stands still, stretched out in marble, with their 72 meters. Is white to claim the purity of the faithful. She is a woman to challenge Buddhist theologians, Well, this religion is able to break rules and genres, While the Nirvana is chasing.
Together with Lady Buddha there is a temple that shines, A prayer recital, Figures of fat Buddhas, Zen gardens and dragons looking at the city from above.
On the other side of Da Nang, Another serpent dragon as a golden snake, enormous, To form a bridge through which tourists are looking for wave and sand holidays.
Da Nang is already another Vietnam, south, committed to modernity, With Buddhist temples and a warlike past that has been stranded on its beaches.
The city has the Barullo de Motos, but distributed by broad avenues, Without as much noise and in Hanoi. In fact, Da Nang is already another Vietnam, south, committed to modernity, With Buddhist temples and a warlike past that has been stranded on its beaches.
We walk without a hurry, Freeing the step with the best coffee in Asia, Tasting the delights of prays and fried rice or barefoot to visit the fishermen. On the sand were dozens of bamboo bathtubs, that the locals call Thung Chai. They are the boats of the fishermen. Round and lowercase. His joke form was conceived to avoid paying taxes to the French, who claimed taxes for building boats. Those rafts could not be considered fishing boats.
We found a good idea to record a fishing day uploaded to one of the Thung. We ask fishermen, We negotiate with gestures, Well, the language on the beach was a sign language. A man named Sau, He agreed to take us in his boat at dawn. And at dawn we introduce ourselves loaded with cameras, With the expectation of a day of networks and fish in our mood.
We walk without a hurry, Freeing the step with the best coffee in Asia, Tasting the delights of prays and fried rice or barefoot to visit the fishermen.
Going up to Thung Chai with the cameras was a recklessness where the waves splashed and Yeray had to lift the camera, stoic, Like who has to save a baby in a tsunami. Pablo and I tried to access the bathtub that kept going around. Somehow we climb the round raft, sailing in first and more stable circles later.
Sau laughed pure content. He jumped into the water to bathe and encouraged us to do the same. I remailed from one place to another and only answered with a laugh to my questions. After more than an hour of absurd navigation and lack of understanding, I strive in mimicry, Trying to represent a fisherman. So Sau laughed again, He looked among his rigs and laid a stick with a thread topped by a rusty hook without contemplation, Without bait. I grabbed the resigned cane. As much as he insisted, I had decided that he was not going to fish, We would do it. Or, already grown at all, He asked for one of the cameras and started recording me very concentrated, While I stirred the non -bait cane on the water.
And so we spend the whole morning, I moving a stick, Yeray and Pablo smiling and Sau enjoying the sun on the Vietnam Sea. Even if it's hard to believe, the truth is that no, NO FISHING NOTHING, But it was a fun day.
