… Into Heaven

For Part 1 of this account, go here.

We reached Six Senses Ninh Van Bay pretty tired and a little hassled due to our hellish journey. I remind you of our journey only because it explains my mindset that if Six Senses had been even a little short of perfect, I would have considered it a failure, simply because I was convinced that everything that could go wrong, will. Fortunately for us, the next 7 days were heavenly.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I’ll try to stick to that.


Six Senses Ninh Van Bay is blessed with an incredible location. The resort is spread over 220 acres and is situated on its own private bay. They furthermore have a private beach on the same island which is accessible by a boat ride.

There is not much I can say about how beautiful the whole area is. The air is cleaner, there is a distinct absence of noise, and litter is nowhere to be found. Just the perfect place to unwind.

Every evening, guests would congregate at the Bar for Happy Hour, at which time extraordinary views of the sunset could be had while lying on hammocks strung above the beach. We tried to catch the sunset almost every day, as it really was something else.

Right across the bay, at the foot of those hills with clouds rolling over it, lies Six Senses.

A brilliant purplish hue to the evening sky. Astonishing. If the kaleidoscope of colors doesn’t come through in the above image, i’m to blame, not the sky.


One of the ways Shradha & I are blessed is that we dont have to carry a truck load of food when we travel. We’re quite happy sampling the local cuisine rather than break out our ‘khakhra/bhujia/nimki-achaar’ combo every 6 hours. It helps that we eat all cuisines, and nowadays almost every place can serve you something that is delicious AND vegetarian.

Six Senses took care of us like we were royalty. The chef would come during every meal to ask us what we would like to eat. Mind you, I’m not saying they brought a menu and asked us to pick something out. they’d simply ask us what we would like to eat, and then they’d make it for us.

A small example: Shradha usually had pancakes for breakfast, a neglected option for most other guests. Still, the female chef would make fresh whipped cream solely for her and bring it to our table herself. She was always trying to make our meals more interesting and enjoyable, and for that I cant thank her enough. For example, one time she made a bunch of vegetarian Vietnamese dishes for us and sent it to our villa. I did not know what 80% of those dishes were called, or even what they had in them, but by this time I was so confident that the chef knew exactly what we ate and what we didnt, that we didnt have any hesitation in digging in. She laid out an absolute feast for us and it was wonderful!

Chef Lalith was a rockstar. He was usually around for lunches and dinners, and would take care of our food specially. One of the nights for dinner the resort was hosting ‘Curry Night’, where there were a ton of Asian curries and mostly with a Vietnamese flavor. I am sure there must have been a ton of guests to whom he was catering to, and yet he made a whole spread of Indian food that night. Well, this will explain it better:

Yeah, thats Aloo with Gravy, Dal, Veg Jhalfrezi, Cucumber Raita, Coconut Chutney, Achaar, Rotis, Rice and Papad. Looking at it is making me hungry again. Lip-smackingly good stuff!

The Spa is something both Shradha and I look forward to a lot whenever we travel. A good spa can make or break a trip. In Ninh Va Bay, the Spa wasn’t just good, it was great! They gave us a free massage the day after our arrival, and the other massages we took were all extremely relaxing and rejuvenating. We had a ton of fun. That it was extraordinarily peaceful and beautiful didnt hurt.

The entrance to the Spa. The rocks on either side have water falling over them. Very soothing.


We went on a day trip to a local village to see more about how the average Vietnamese lives. The infrastructure is decent, especially the roads, which I assume is because of the Vietnam War. However, in most other aspects the country is quite similar to what India was 15-20 years ago.

We asked our guide to show us some local industries. He took us to a family that has been making Rice Paper for the last 7 generations. The speed with which they worked, and how roughly they seemed to be handling the delicate Rice Paper at extremely high temperatures, was a sight to behold. Shradha tried her hand at every step of the process, and thankfully came out of the whole ordeal without burning/hurting/embarrassing either herself or anyone else. I, of course, was content looking from a distance and taking pictures. I did join in when they gave us some Rice Paper to eat though. For, you know, research purposes.

This is how they dry the Rice Paper. It can be eaten directly, or with some accompaniments, or can be used to make a variety of other products as well.

Next we went to meet a family that makes traditional Vietnamese hats.
The work ethic of the ladies was worth emulating. Also, it was shocking to know how little they are paid for each hat. Sad really, but its a dying industry, mostly kept alive by tourists like us.

The lady on the left is 68. The one on the right is 89. The dude behind the camera (er, me) is 29, and would probably get beat black and blue if he got in a fight with these ladies. Great work ethic, great stamina, and great powers of concentration at this age! Hats off! 😉

After that, we went to a local eatery to try some authentic, local, vegetarian dishes. The owner did not understand English, so our guide explained what we could eat and what we couldnt. I could not have been more stressed before our food arrived, and the food could not have been more excellent once it did. We were good children that day… we finished all the food on our plates.

It was a meal full of flavors and spices. Far in the background, you might see the frozen coconut they gave us to begin with meal with. A very simple and thus different meal, and a very good one.

Fishing is still the biggest trade for the local populace of Nha Trang (the area we were in.) They worship the Whale and from what I could understand from our guide, if someone sees a whale they cant get married for a year or something like that… which explains the line of young dudes with binoculars lining the harbor. Er, yeah, fishing. We went to a fish market, because why the hell not. Our noses told us why the hell not within 5 seconds of setting foot in it. However, our guide thought us very cultured people for enquiring so politely about the fish market and gave us the Mega-Long Extra-Detailed Super-Duper tour. Unwilling to break his image of us, we went along, trying to breathe as little as possible. The only thing of beauty in my view were the boats. All of them were painted blue, and looked amazing bobbing around on the sea.

Dont ask me why ALL of them are blue cuz I have no idea. They just are. Its a communist country, maybe no one cares which or whose boat they take. (Thats the one ignorant joke quota per post done with!)


Please note: My knowledge of Vietnamese religion extends only to what our guide told us. There is every possibility that things might have been lost in translation.

Vietnam has a bunch of religions, but it seemed Buddhism was the largest of them. One tradition that perhaps all religions have in common, though, is honoring and worshipping their ancestors. Almost all homes have a small temple, and larger families can use a full plot of land to build temples to their ancestors. Our guide was one religion, his wife was another, and his mother a third. From the general impression I got, it seemed like there was a high level of religious tolerance, which was admirable.

Inside a Buddhist temple. You may notice a small Buddha right in front, behind whom is a larger Buddha, behind whom is another Buddha, and so on. I believe there are around 4-5 Buddhas set in a straight line in this way. The walls and ceilings were beautifully painted with events from Buddha’s life, and they were so expressive that you could follow exactly what was going on in each painting without even knowing the captions in Vietnamese.

The scene at the top of the hill. I climbed 200+ steps to find this humongous statue of Buddha. The surprising thing was how quiet it was. There were a ton of people around, and yet everyone was respectful of each other and barely a whisper could be heard. Even the beggars were polite! Gave me an inferiority complex as an Indian.

There are quite a few similarities between our religion and theirs. For example, this is how the devotees pray to Buddha, which is very similar to how I pray to Shradha.


Half way through our stay, Six Senses told us that we were being upgraded to the Rock Retreat. It was set amidst rocks the size of a small house, and covered 3000 sqft. The only way it could be accessed was via speed boat… which means every time we ordered Room Service, they would send our food via boat. This seemed crazy to me, so I asked our Butler (Oh yeah, we had a private butler. In fact, every guest is assigned a butler who takes care of all reservations, appointments, activities etc) about it, and she said not to worry about it and not hesitate to call if I needed anything at all.

The villa has its own private jetty where boats dock. Then there is a main villa, with another villa sized bathroom attached. There is a separate villa as well, complete with a bathroom. Then there is a large outdoor cabana with a full bed and mini bar. Then there is a huge infinity edged swimming pool carved out of a rock. Then there is a separate outside covered area for dining. Then there is another separate area in case you want to get Spa done in your villa itself. There are also areas where you can actually climb on the rocks. Oh, and between the two villas, there is an outside shower.

Its was as mental as you think it was.

So… There’s an area you cant see behind the area you can see, and there is an area you cant see in front of the area you can see. Basically, there are lots of parts of our villa missing in this photo.

The pool was carved out of a rock. Just ridiculous. I must admit that we were lucky to get great weather throughout our time there, which definitely played a big part in how much we enjoyed.


On a more personal note, many of you might know that I hate getting my photo taken. I absolutely hate it. I dont remember last seeing a picture of myself and thinking “Hmm, this one aint so bad.” It just doesn’t happen. Which is why God, in his infinite wisdom, has gotten me married to a woman who takes an almost perverse pleasure in taking my pictures, whether of me alone or of us together.

The following conversation actually took place and is 100% accurate.

I’m on a Boat, so automatically I was thinking of a Lonely Island song.

Shradha – Let me take a picture.
Me – No.
Shradha – Why?
Me – Why take a picture?
Shradha – I want to. You only take pictures of the sky and hills and flowers and roads and other pointless things. We should take more pictures of ourselves.
Me – … … … No.
Shradha – Why?
Me – Just.
Shradha – Ok just look there for 5 seconds.
Me – C’mon, stop. Let me be.
Shradha – No it’ll barely take 5 seconds. Just look that way.
Me – Fine whatever. (I look that way, fuming.)
Shradha – A little to the right.
Me – Christ. (I look to the right.)
Shradha – Good. You know, if you put your hand on this post, it will be better.
Me – Ok. (I’ve completely surrendered to my fate by this time.)
Shradha – Ok stay still now.

I dont see what Shradha sees in the photo (or in me, for that matter), but there it is above you. In case you are wondering about my expression in the photo, I am thinking whether I would be able to swim to the Resort if I jumped off the damn boat.

One last, final discovery I made while I was in Vietnam. You see, for the longest time I thought Hat-Stands (where English Gentlemen used to hang their hats, umbrellas etc) went out of fashion by the 1920’s. What I didnt know till I saw photographic proof was that they have made a comeback of sorts – in the form of the Indian husband.

I’m just gonna go there, wait for me, meanwhile hold this and this, put this in your pocket, carry my purse… oh and let me just put this on your head.

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