Phu Quoc Blues | When the cable car becomes a ferry through time and space

| When the cable car becomes a ferry through time and space. On a palm leaf, after the 100th roll of the sea breeze in the afternoon, the CA CHEP cable car is brewing clouds into sweet wine. The suspended iron box is filled with the tipsy feeling of Werrill wine. The "silent" reef spits out star sand at low tide. The moment the NCB7800 cable car penetrates the clouds, Bai Sao Beach begins to bind time with wavy lines. The thatched pavilion secretly hides the sound of breathing from the entire sea. Whispers of latte and morning glow float out of window 111. Coral dances an age-old waltz on the crest of the waves. The sunset melts the cable into a flowing golden harp. When the sunset glow of number 01000HD begins to render, all fatigue sinks into the sea and becomes the scales of fish. (Survival rules: Let every grain of white sand calculate the heart rate/measure the radius of freedom with the cable car trajectory/throw urban anxiety into the NCB cloud storage cabinet/at this moment you deserve to be renamed by the tropical monsoon) Cable Car Observatory, Coral Sea Love Letter, Healing Critical Strike Phu Quoc Island Travel Guide, a soul formatted by the sea breeze Next time, bring an empty suitcase to fill with the sunset