This photograph was taken on Phu Quoc, an island just south of Vietnam on which we spent the last four days of our trip relaxing underneath the palm trees by the beach, attempting to rid ourselves of our tshirt and short tans. At night, the storm clouds would roll in across the sea and replace the heat of the day with a relentless pounding of water on the bamboo roof of our bungalow. Watching the rains pierce the surface of the ocean and the individual needle drops become one with the great mass of salty water was mesmirising. The beat of the rain is something.
Man in Sea
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