In case you didn’t know, I went to Hainan earlier this year to conduct a ritual for my late grandparents. I didn’t really want to go, but as the eldest paternal grandson, I was forced to go.
The reason why I didn’t want to go was because I cannot speak Mandarin, let alone Hainanese. Even before I went there I already foresaw I was going to have a difficult time communicating with the locals there.
Since I was unable to escape from the inevitable gloom, I tried to find someone to teach me how to speak Hainanese, which wasn’t easy at all since people who speak Hainanese nowadays are almost like the Bigfoot – you cannot freaking find them in real life.
Luckily for me, I did find one in the end.
My ex-colleague, Jaime, happens to be a half-Hainanese like me and know how to speak the language. She managed to pass me some knowledge before I went to Hainan.











