Home -> Travel Blogs -> Haikou/Qionghai 19 Oct 08 - 22 Oct 08 Pg 1
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After I had graduated 5 years ago, my family had plans to do a trip back to our roots. There were several opportunities to realise this dream though there was always something that hinder it from happening; be it crazy work schedules, the demise of my grandparents or my uncle.

Hainan Dao (Hainan Island in Mandarin), a sunny island located in the South China Sea, is governed under the administration of the People's Republic of China, though it is more South East Asia from the geographic perspective. During the earlier years of the 20th century, China under the Qing Dynasty was in turmoil. Facing threats externally (from the Europeans and Japanese who wanted more concessions from the weak government) and internally (from middle-class Chinese who called themselves Republicans), China was destined for a change. Meanwhile, life became bad to worse and there were mass transmigration of Chinese (mostly from Southern China) to Nanyang (literally "Southern Oceans" or South East Asia). Dreaming for a better life, my maternal grandfather, then only a 12-year old boy, boarded the ferry for a 1-week journey to the "Promised Land". This decision was to change his life; and invertainly changed mine.

Both my parents were Hainanese (this makes me a "pure" Hainanese as well) - most Hainanese at that period would prefer to marry people from the same dialect group. This is an interesting phenomenon considering that the Hainanese is a minority in the Chinese communities of South East Asia. Both my parents were born in Malaysia; Hainan is like a distant faraway land where it appears only the bedtime stories spoken by their parents. For a 4th-generation overseas born Chinese like me, the association is a lot weaker. Yes, I may still retain my Chinese looks but my command of the dialect (more a mixture of Mandarin, Hainanese and Hokkien) can barely pass the mark.

Felt a sigh of relief when our aeroplane finally took off for Haikou (the provincial capital of Hainan). My mum's mind must had been running in different directions; she is finally on her way back to her roots after spending so many years in a "foreign" land.

   
Introducing my mum and brother - we were having dinner of Jiaji duck in Qionghai city (along Jinhai Road). This would be the city where we would spend the night before we head out into my maternal grandmother's village.

Along the way to Chaoyang town from Qionghai. The serenity resembles more of the experience I had in South East Asia than the barren northern China.
The driver was trying to push his motor rickshaw out from the mud. My mum was so excited (as we were so close to our maternal grandmother's village) and wanted to walk to the village herself.
My mum (1st from left) saved 2 chickens (held by my grandaunt) from being slaughtered. My granduncle was trying to prepare lunch.

They could not understand that why as Buddhists we could not kill, have the intention to kill or hear the chicken from being killed.

p.s.: My grandaunt suggested to kill the chicken in the backyard so that we could not hear it!

It is amazing how a photograph can invoke so many memories. The family portrait was taken at around 1956-1957.

p.s.: My mum was the 3rd girl standing from the left.
The roof of my great-granduncle's house; calligraphy was found on the pillars.
My granduncle reared a variety of free-range animals - the chickens are so fat!
The goat was very curious and followed my movements as I took several photographs of it. Maybe it had never seen a camera before.

p.s.: No disrespect to my grandfather please but the goat reminds me of him.
My great-grandaunt is 98 years old (!) but she stays alone and cooks her own meals. I probably cannot do so much if I ever live that long.
Having lunch in my granduncle's house. There was so much food.