As someone who has only experienced Asian culture through Chinese take-away and the friendships I shared with the few Filipino and Chinese friends I had growing up, it wasn’t until I attend Macalester that I could only begin to understand the Asian diaspora community. My friendship with Rachel has afforded us multiple opportunities to share our heritage with each other, no longer giving us the excuse that we were unaware of the challenges and stereotypes the other minority faced. Macalester brands itself as an international institution, bringing students from all over the world, so this sort of exchange was probably expected- but it wasn’t for my family in the beginning. Recently, my parents commented on my increased interest in Asian culture ever since I left for college and are dumbfounded as to why. I am not. It’s pretty simple really, it isn’t until you left your home when you can truly begin to realize where you’re from and who you are, or at least that how it was for me. And I believe this connection brought me closer to understanding my parent’s and Rachel’s plight when they emigrated from their respective countries to the US.
Visiting Hong Kong and South Korea made me realize how lonely, overwhelming, and fascinating it can be to be immersed in a completely new environment, surrounded by new faces, food, language, music and so much more. Yes, Koreans do really take care of their skin and hang out with others a lot and in HK there are a lot of people everywhere. While I was blown away from the efficient transportation systems and the variety of cuisines, others were blown away by my use of chopsticks and actually knowing a bit more about the culture than what they viewed me to (credits to Rachel).
Here are some questions that Rachel wanted me to answer for this blog post:
Favorite meal/food- Lunch at Imun Seollongtang, the oldest restaurant in Seoul, where after spending an hour outside (with just enough time for Rachel to get sick for the next three weeks), it was so nice to get a warm bowl of soup. The tea was warm and the kimchi and radish were so delicious. I’m still drooling at the thought of it. Also, the fried chicken from the restaurant downstairs of our Airbnb in Busan was pretty good too.
Surprising observation- Couples. Every where. Rachel did warn me (check out her reaction here), but I was so unprepared for this. After leaving Korea, I can honestly say that couple culture is such a huge thing there, and I was not crazy for feeling so alone. I’m still not sure the reasoning behind the “in your face, hey we are dating and watch us with our super cute (gross) PDA,” but it was a bit welcoming when I left that type of environment. As someone who does not have a significant other (or any prospects of it happening in the near future), it was just a lot. All day. Every day.
My very first night, and I honestly think it’s Rachel’s top memories as well. Since the first night I arrived in Korea, Rachel was still at university, I stayed by myself in a really nice hostel in the heart of Sinchon. After having Rachel sprain her arm helping pull my luggage up a set of stairs cause when you’re jetlagged you have no strength at all, I entered the hostel and was greeted by a young Korean male whom we shall call Yon. Yon was super nice and was helping me check in, while Rachel stayed next to me to make sure I settled in alright. At one point he asked me if I was a single, to which I replied, “Yes,” right before I started violently coughing, causing Rachel to start laughing at my misery. However, Yon took it completely differently. He immediately started apologizing, saying that he meant if I was by myself and was not trying to ask me out. The thing is, Rachel and I never thought he was asking about my availability in my dating life. I think he got confused when I answered Yes and Rachel laughed right after, when in fact she was laughing at me coughing.
Now as history nerd, I loved how the exhibitions we put together and the various learning styles they incorporated. We explored at the National Museum of Contemporary History and the War Memorial of Korea, each highlighting areas of history that I specialize in. It was interesting how the coordinators put together each exhibition and the rhetoric they used to describe what happened.
Anywhere that was a bit more reclusive (aka away from the masses). At this point of the trip, my body was pretty much exhausted of constantly being alert and the time difference was still making me feel wonky. Any place that kind of allowed me to just gaze around, sit, and relax were treasured. This included the Central Pier, Ma On Shan, and Kowloon Park. For example, while visiting Rachel’s childhood’s neighborhood, we stumbled upon the promenade next to the Tolo Harbor and just walked for a couple of hours [1.5 hours] in mostly silence. At one point, we just sat near a rose park and just kind of took a moment to think and journal. I love these moments anywhere I am in the world since I recall it with an emotional connect. [weird phrasing, I know]
You know those high rises that make the iconic Hong Kong panorama scene? Yeah, those are most likely apartments. To accommodate the 7.3 million (as of 2016) people living in Hong Kong, it makes sense that you would need hundreds of if not thousands of high rises. Good luck trying to spot a house unless you go into the “suburbs” (aka. outside of Hong Kong).
One thing you’d recommend to others to do
Go to the fishing village! Pick out your dinner while it’s still alive and then walk all they way to the end and walk to the sandy beach. Take in the sunset view and walk around the neighborhood if you can. Then come back and enjoy a wonderful seafood dish at any of the various restaurants in that area.
One thing you’d want to do next visit
Nan Lian Garden, mango mochi, and more neighborhood walking!
So can come with you to HK next time?
I must also comment on my own personal reflections to my observations, since wherever you may be, you still have to account for your emotions and thoughts. I think about the moments of guilt of not being able to communicate with the locals even though it is not expected of me to know Korean or Cantonese. I was eager to jolly on down the market talking animatedly to vendors and those around me. Instead, I found myself observing, noting what was similar to my country and how others interacted with each other. I think it was during one of the many meals in HK where everyone seemed to talking in a foreign language that I realized that while the US and Korea or HK are very distinct, as an individual or more so an immigrant, we are not so different at all. At one point, I started to tear up thinking about my parents first few weeks in the US, going to a restaurant, not understanding what was happening but having each other to support one another. This moment of loneliness that I was experiencing during my meal, what my parents went through, and what many other immigrants are experiencing all over the world humbled me in furthering my understanding of the ongoing journey immigrants face.
I am the daughter of immigrants and one day aspire to live somewhere new, becoming an immigrant myself. I’ve said this statement countless of times throughout my life, but at 20 years old, I’m only beginning to understand the full weight of it. It took a trip halfway across the world, being outside of my norms and community, but it is one that I appreciate more and more ever since coming back. My parents have asked me if I ever want to move South Korea or HK, and while I can’t imagine living here for a long period of time, I would definitely come visit again.
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