I walked from Con Son heading towards the cemetery past cows grazing by the side of the road, papaya trees and even a field or corn. Before I arrived at the cemetery’s entrance, I was distracted by a temple.
In the background, the hills rose to misty peaks. Lush vegetation surrounded the white, pristine buildings where sweepers and gardeners kept the site immaculate while I was the only visitor.
A large gong was housed in one building. I wandered beyond where carved dark wood trimmed the buildings.
