Joon Chong is the village where I was born and lived till I was 5 years old. Not much has changed over the last fifteen years, except more people have left the village either for immigration to overseas or have moved to the nearby town for work.

My paternal uncle, who immigrated with us, is spending his retiring days back in Taishan. Here we are at the front of the village.

My maternal grandfather warming up by the fireplace in his house.

At our house's rooftop.

In front of our house, the main entrance.

By-sun, a prayer to the ancestors, a ritual we practiced everytime we return home.

Folks from the village.

Amongst the forests of bamboos (top) and sugar canes (below).