Here are just three shots of the Tulou from the inside with slightly different renditions...
... and this one is an IR shot...
... and this one is an IR shot...
The road from Zhangzhou to Hua'an was an uphill climb.
Indeed as the coach drove along the winding roads, the elevation became more steep.
Many terrace farms could be seen at the side of the mountains, and old (really old) Chinese rural houses among the fields were sighted.
I could not suppress the excitement that was beginning to mount in me, seeing the ulu ulu scenery.
As the ulu ulu sights flew past, my thoughts drifted back to my childhood days which was spent with my Ah Mah and Ah Gong in a little less ulu part of Redhill.
Memory of my past
The year was 1972.
We were living in one of the earlier Housing Board 7-storey blocks of flats in Redhill. My Grandparents' unit was on the second floor.
In those days, there was still a hill opposite our block across the road called Jalan Bukit Merah. And on top of this hill was still old thatched houses. It was some years later when this hill was evened out to make way for a big building destined to be HDB Central.
I was a three year old child. And everyday my Ah Gong and I would be downstairs doing gardening.
Half way through our chores, my Ah Mah would hang a basket on a rope and slowly lowered it to the grown level.
"Ah How... eat the dried mango peices. And drink water!" my Ah Mah would call out from the kitchen window as she slowly lowered the basket.
"Alright, Ah Mah." I replied.
I have always hated dried mango pieces. Always.
But I had no choice neither dare I say no, like many three year old children of that time.
Ah Gong passed me a piece of these horrible-tasting thing and a glass of water and I gobbled up the dried mango so that I could wash it down quickly with the water.
I smiled as I handed him the empty glass.
And my Ah Gong with his full head of white hair would smile a half-empty-toothed mouth smile as his patted my head.
"Ah How ah," said my Ah Gong. "When you grow up, you must study hard. One day I will bring you back to China to see our old house there. Won't that be good?"
"Yes, Ah Gong!" I exclaimed. "When? When? When can we go?"
"Hahaha hahaha.." laughed the old man. "Ha ha ha... Good good.. soon.. Hahahaha..."
* * * *
"Hahaha... Hahahaha.. Papa, you see what 哥哥 (big brother) is doing!" chuckled AhLiXMM on the coach beside me.
Her laughter jolted me back to the present from my reverie.
I looked across and saw the children having their own share of fun on the coach as we made our way.
As I looked out the window again, it struck me that although my Ah Gong didn't manage to personally bring me back to the old house in the village, we have managed to bring our children back to the ancestral land. Quietly I told myself that we've accomplished what my Ah Gong hoped for. For me, that is good enough.
"Ok, we are reaching our destination soon," announced our guide.
Your children (like those of their generation) are very lucky.
Here are just three shots of the Tulou from the inside with slightly different renditions...
... and this one is an IR shot...
Thanks so much for appreciating my shots, DMajor.Nice shots of the Tulou, I hope to visit some day.
Thank you so much, lydialee!Wee How - very nice write up with great photos.. I have come to know these places better and definitely feel like going to visit to see the tulou now. thanks for sharing.
Perhaps all this is a prelude to a SGTrekker tour !
Thanks for your encouragement, K3N!Enjoyed your travelogue. Is your family register the same as the Hukou system or is it separate? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hukou_system The Japanese also have a family register called Koseiki.
Was there good air circulation in the Tulou or was it warm?
nice family trips and pic..
Perhaps all this is a prelude to a SGTrekker tour !