tracing the roots

National Day in China is crazy. Everyone rushes to finish their work on hand and gets ready to return to hometown. I had trouble getting a train ticket to Wen Zhou. It’s was totally sold out, even the standing tickets!

I had to hitch a ride from Leon. It was pouring crazily.

The journey took 9 hours with traffic jam. Pretty much horrible. Can u believe the jam was 40km? That’s like traffic jam from pasir ris to boon lay!!?

We made a stop for lunch.

had rice dumplings, in plastic bag. Gee…

The clouds started clearing up when we were reaching Wen zhou.

Along the way, I saw truckloads of animals!! haha.. i was so excited! a truckload of pigs – big fat pigs. so amusing! lol. took a photo of the goats.. Leon kept making fun of me taking photos of them. Can’t I take photos? hello, we don’t have these in Singapore.

caught the sun set while we drove into Wen Zhou. it was literally an GOLDEN yolk.

Everyone asked how I felt “going back” to Wen Zhou, where my roots are. Seriously, it’s “going to” and not “back”. I don’t feel any connection with this place. Not even my mom stepped foot there before. All that striked me was my grandpa. On his tombstone, it carved “Jia Yi Xian”, and now, I’m here at his birthplace. I missed him.

This is Ou Bei, a part of Wen Zhou.