I had been dreaming of another wild adventure. Rivers to cross, hills to climb and jungles to plough through. But every once in awhile, we need quiet. Quiet around us. Quiet from within us. And quiet was what Phu Quoc had.
Phu Quoc: An island outside Ho Chin Minh
Phu Quoc is an island about an hour away by plane from the bustling city of Ho Chin Minh, Vietnam. I had expected an island of tourists, touts and chaos. But I was in for a surprise. Serenity was all there was, accompanied by the most mild-mannered of people. Phu Quoc was colonised by the French in the 19th century. Many people spoke little to no English, but they spoke French!
A Viet-French Boy looks on
A French colonial home turned hotel
For the most part, I was left to my own devices
Besides tourism, the main economy for islanders consists of growing pepper. Pepper begins as peppercorn. They are then plucked and left to dry, before being bottled and exported.
Vietnam is known best for their refreshing spring rolls, aptly named Summer Spring Roll made of fresh prawns, vegetables and a dollop of mint leaves.
Summer Spring Rolls served with a peanut dip
Summer Spring Roll with a generous serving of mint leaves
Fresh sea produce at a Night Market in the town centre ready to be barbequed
My favourite was Ganh Dau, up north of the island. Days were spent reading, resting and recuperating.
A home stay in Ganh Dau
Beach life with the Tiffany Blue Turband
All natural: Beautiful shells washed up ashore on Ganh Dau
A mesmerizing sunset
Phu Quoc is idyllic. There is nothing much to do on the island except soak up the sun and the quiet. Coming from a bustling cosmopolitan city like Singapore, the tranquil of the island is a welcoming change. Confession: This was my honeymoon destination, and there is nothing like soaking up the sea, sun, fresh air and the love of your life.