JUST before midnight , the monks were still arriving.
Dressed in long, flowing white robes, they resembled fireflies as they rode
through the darkness on their motorbikes, descending on the towering temple at
the heart of the Cao Dai holy land in southern Vietnam . Many were attending their fourth
service of the day.
Removing his sandals and smoothing down his
robes, Vo Huu Nghia, 60, who had befriended me that day last year,