A story about the Emeraude, about Indochine, and Halong Bay, about experiencing that place, that way.
The 2,000 islands, the grottoes, lagoons, jade-green waters, then fenglins and fengcongs, the myths, the graffiti carved into the stalagmites 100 years ago by French tourists.
A story about being among islands that you don’t want to alight upon so much as drink in the panoramas. From a sun deck. With a gin and tonic in your hand.