Desperate to pay his respects at his ancestral temple, he was travelling on the final night of the festival and came to the Pernem river. He fervently prayed for some means to cross the river to reach the temple. Of a sudden, a man passed by in a little canoe and offered him a ride across. On getting to the other side, he turned back to offer the canoe rider some money. But mysteriously he had vanished! The man’s house, now in ruins, is still a pilgrimage spot during the zatra.
Crowds throng the area for blessings or just a glimpse of the man gifted by the spirits. Darkness fills the night, save for the light of fire torches as they make their way through the village. The passion and devotion is indeed palpable, the atmosphere is thick with the supernatural – an eerie silence falls over the teeming thousands.