The wave rose, its tip splintering into crystal drops. All seven colors of the rainbow were reflected in the droplets, which hung in midair before returning to the sea’s green depths, the sun was setting over Ha long Bay as my partner and I paddled our kayak against a strong current.
In some place, Ha Long’s waters lie still. In others especially those exposed to the open, the water is choppy. In place the waves rush against rocks, the water hissing as it hits, discharging plumes of
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