Picture taken in a little temple in Rach Gia. The lovely coffee lady standing behind me asked me why I took a picture of the wall. I told her I found the wall beautiful. She laughed and shrugged her shoulders.
A few hours later, we took the boat to go to the island of Phu Quoc, beautiful island in which I was to understand for the first time what "feeling stranded on an island" really meant when I learnt once on the island that there were to be no more boats or planes to the mainland for several days.