About 7 km southeast of Phan Rang city, following An Thanh road, visitors will arrive at Tuan Tu village, An Hai commune, Ninh Phuoc district. A long stretch of white sand desert appears before visitors, making them amazed.
Nam Cuong view from above
Not as ostentatious and prominent as Mui Ne sand dunes, not as much praised and compared to the "moving sand dunes" in Quang Binh, Nam Cuong is hidden deep behind a trail surrounded by villages.
The road to Nam Cuong sand dunes will take visitors from one surprise to another, from the purple-green vineyards, the green apple trellises, the flocks of white storks circling the distant fields, to the white salt fields. The joy is not over yet, visitors will be captivated by the wild and quiet beauty, the airy scenery of Nam Cuong sand dunes.
The sand strip ripples in the wind
Stepping up the high sand dunes, visitors will have an impressive view when taking in all the best things that Nam Cuong has to offer. The four directions of Nam Cuong are surrounded by mountains, sea, villages, rice fields, and gardens, creating a very unique nuance for artistic inspiration when visitors come to this land.
Afternoons in the Nam Cuong desert are very suitable for tourists to visit and enjoy because the weather is cooler, inspiring artists and photographers to express their feelings through works of poetry, photos, music, etc.
The sand dunes rise high in Nam Cuong.
The most interesting, impressive and attractive images are when Cham girls wearing baskets or conical hats walk on the sand dunes, flocks of sheep wander around grazing, and lizards run in and out looking for food. These moments create a “moving sand picture” in the hearts of tourists every time they come to Nam Cuong. As the sun sets, the number of visitors gradually decreases, making the space here return to silence.
The look back at Nam Cuong, the regretful gaze, the reluctant footsteps are the emotions that tourists leave behind when they sadly leave Nam Cuong. The deep sand dunes, the tiny white sand grains hug the visitors' feet, clinging in a lingering affection that makes them reluctant to leave.
