Posted on November 17, 2017
I never expected to write or talk so much about malls. When identifying with any group of people, there is group behavior. When we embrace the group, our behavior tends to mimic theirs. This can happen whether we are trying to be an individual among many or not. This has been what has happened to me as I identify as a minimalist.
Minimalism is about embracing events, people and our social interactions more than accumulating material possessions. Even before I was a minimalist, I lived a budget conscious life where I bought what I needed and only used the money that I designated for each household account. It was very helpful when it came to saving money.
I have always looked at the obvious purpose of the malls, which is to promote spending. I stayed away from them because I didn’t want to spend money unnecessarily and I hated seeing people shopping for relaxation or because they are not creative enough to find some other activity. It bothered me to see people buying things they do not want to impress people they do not know or even like. I hated malls.
Since leaving the USA,and especially since arriving here in China, my attitude towards malls are changing. I can recall many times in the last few months when the mall was a blessing to me as a single mother.
When Bean had her birthday and we were in Morocco, it was so hot. We spent the day at the zoo and had dinner with a friend. But in order to do something special for a kid who has no brothers or sisters or friends, in a foreign country, I had to do something I would not normally do. I took her to the mall!
The mall had a great big indoor game center for kids, much like ChuckECheese in the US. It also had a wider variety of food than tagine and couscous. Bean was able to play, get balloons, eat ice cream and a hot dog. It made her day.
Another time, we were spending a few days close to the Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris. I didn’t want to get up on the day of our flight and make the long trip to the airport. We had already been traveling to get to Paris and I wanted to rest a couple of days before we flew out again. Travel can be tiring. We checked into our budget hotel and went to look for something to eat. There was nothing anywhere we could see except factories and business parks. However, there was an airport shuttle that made stops in the area.
We decided to take the airport shuttle and to our amazement, we found a mall. The mall had everything our lodging did not, a children’s play area, a gym, a cinema, many restaurants, a supermarket to buy meals if we wanted to eat in our rooms, and more. It was a relief. Bean could be amused. I could get a break and it was all in one spot close to the inexpensive hotel.
Arriving in China and looking for familiar brands, the sheer amount of malls has been alarming. However, since we don’t need the malls to buy unneccessary stuff, we use them to find the things we do need. They are great in so many unexpected ways.
First, most malls have a western style supermarket. They may be more expensive than the chinese store, but when we are looking for familiar brands that we trust, I will pay a little more. Every western style store is similar, but some carry more things than others. One store, that will probably become my favorite, offers vitamins and nutritional supplements. I was so excited. Many foreigners order things online, but I have never liked doing that. I am glad to see things that I want in the store!! They also had brownie, cookie and cornbread mix! I would have bought them if I had a stove.
When I don’t want to eat an inexpensive meal covered in oil and red pepper from one of the neighborhood restaurants, we can find a wider variety of food at the mall. We have eaten at several curry restaurants and enjoyed them. The hotpot restaurants, where you can eat a specially made soup sitting at a table with your friends and family, was a great experience for us. Each one has a different specialty. One chops open a large green coconut and pours it into the pot, another one may roast the crawfish standing at the table before you. It keeps you curious.
At the malls in China, it is easier to find activities for children. In fact, it is common. One mall has a HUGE rock climbing wall. Another one has a trampoline play space. Yet another mall may have the cinema, the arcades and more. It is very hot in this area of China, so it is nice to escape indoors to play.
While malls may still have their downsides, I am finding it easier to find the good things about them the longer I am here and the more that I frequent them. I do not believe I will ever change my habits and take up shopping as a hobby. That is not my temperment. I will take the good, and leave the rest. Just like a good minimalist.
Posted on November 10, 2017
Since arriving in China, I have been impressed with the amount of physical activity that I see everywhere. I have always heard how the students do nothing but study all day. Soemtimes when I see my students, I think they do nothing but run around yelling all day. They have so many opportunities to get physical exercise. From seven o’clock in the morning until seven o’clock at night, the students are out on our sports courts playing basketball, running and marching. I would think that is enough, but they also spend a lot of time chasing and wrestling each other in between classes as well.
Being the only foreign teacher at my school and a mom, I was not asked to participate in any of the preparations for the 24th Sports Day here at this primary school. For two weeks, the preparations have been in full force. The students are practicing dances, twirling and singing in preparation for the opening ceremonies.
I could not understand the importance of a sports day for the entire school. To my Western mind, a whole day for the entire student body to participate in sports is inconceivable, let alone three days. I asked around until I received a better understanding as to why have a sports day. The answer: Tradition. The Chinese schools have Sports Day because that is what has always been done and because it is what you do.
One adminstrator with whom I spoke said that the final exam for high school students now contain a physical education portion. The students must pass this portion of the test. Because it is basically the simpliest part, worth 120 points, students try to keep active when studying. Physical education classes are at least three times a week for all students in primary and secondary schools.
When Sports Day finally arrived, I was pleased to stand on the sidelines, take pictures and watch the festivities. Every class, with the exception of Grade 1, performed a small 30 second routine and participated in the parade. That means 36 classes marching around the school in full makeup and costume. They performed for each other and for their parents. It was beautiful.
Not being fluent in Chinese, I did not enroll Bean in any activities. I wasn’t sure if it was mandatory or if I needed to be there. I knew nothing. Thankfully, she has a kind headteacher who signed her up to participate in some sports events. Bean has never been in a competition before, so she isn’t as competitive as some of the other children. She did have fun though.
I am a very strong advocate for physical activity for everyone. I wonder how many children would become interested in living a more active life if it were accepted as a part of the daily routine; especially if they could have a Sports Day! What do you think?
Updated on October 27, 2017
Everyone takes pictures of their food these days. When you are surrounded by familiar food, this habit can quickly become annoying to others. For those of us here in China, it is a way of communication and celebration. It is how we find our way around the city. A good meal is unforgettable and marks a place on the map we must visit again…even if it means an hour train ride in either direction.
Welcome to the celebration of a few of our favorite meals!
Posted on October 27, 2017
I had no plans to talk repeatedly about food. I thought that I was made of stronger stuff. I have listened to others speak of their struggles finding food for their diet. Others acknowledge that they are picky eaters and don’t like anything. Finally there are the people who will eat everything. I thought I could try and be more like them. If you read the previous post on food, you can see that I have a long way to go to become something other than I am.
I fully expected to have recovered from a momentary difficulty in adjusting. Maybe that will happen in a few weeks. Right now, I am in a full blown revolt against Chinese food. I have lost my appetite for many of the foods that I normally turn to when I lose my appetite. I don’t want plain oatmeal, cashews, peanuts. I don’t want white rice, steamed vegetables or duck. I don’t want chicken, fish or tofu. I am tired of baos, clear soup and cantine food.
Bean doesn’t know this. I am doing my best to model good behavior. At lunch, I dutifully eat what is on my tray. I encourage her to put food in her mouth and chew. She doesn’t realize that we have eated at the western restaurant with the good pasta and sandwiches four times in the last two weeks. For Bean, we are spending time with our new friends. For me, it is survival.
This is a passing phase. I went to one extreme thinking I could eat everything just like I have lived here all my life. Now, I trying not to go to the other extreme and spend hundreds of dollars on processed Western foods. Give me time and I will find the right balance for Bean and I.
Until I do, I will keep trying new things!
Posted on October 22, 2017
Chinese food has been a surprise to me. I expected differences, but sometimes eating while abroad is hard. I can imagine what it is like for foreigners who come to America looking for a plate full of home only being disappointed repeatedly.
The funny thing about food is that you can find what you want, but you may need to look far and wide. It is helpful to know other foreigners because it saves you time going from store to store looking for things that you may want. As I stated before, I find great comfort in knowing that I have bread and butter at my house. I can go into a restaurant and point to something on the menu and if it isn’t what I was expecting, I can go home and have some toast. As I am not following a strict diet, vegetarian/raw food/ vegan, etc. I figured it would be simpler to find food that meets our tastes. It has and it hasn’t been simple.
We eat a lot of meals that are rice and vegetables and sometimes chicken/fish/duck. But the difference is that it doesn’t have the familiar taste. For instance, I may eat eggplant. But it doesn’t taste like eggplant that I would cook. It has different spices. Or carrots and celery. It tastes like carrots and celery, but often it is with another type of meat, giving it a different flavor.
The other day, we went to eat at a western style chinese food restaurant. The girls with us mentioned something I had felt. “i just want chinese take out food that I am familiar with, sweet and sour chicken, orange chicken, lo mein.” I totally knew what she was feeling. Thankfully a few days later someone shared a local spot where the noodles and rice tasted like we were home. Bean said, “Let’s go there all the time when we want fried rice.” I agreed.
There are places that really try to make good western food. I have been to several and am so happy when I get the menu, only to end up sorely disappointed. Spending so much time in Texas this summer, I crave the food. I want a good taco, a big plate of nachos or a really good burrito. I haven’t found it yet. One day, I sit eating a fish taco. That is, a taco shell filled with tuna fish and mayonnaise. I wonder if I should tell the chef and proprietor how to make a real fish taco. And then I don’t. Maybe this is the type of fish taco that Chinese people like. And what about my plate of chips and salsa? Why did they make a tomato salsa with sweet pickles? Maybe that was local taste too. I felt like crying, but instead I went next door to the gourmet grocery store and bought some pigs in the blanket and some good French butter.
I don’t have much to complain about. Really. So many things are just ALMOST right. There are many things that are perfectly done, but I am not one to eat at McDonald’s, Burger King and Pizza Hut. I think about all the foreigners who have gone west for school. No wonder they spend so much time in their rooms studying. If they go out, they will feel complete and total homesickness. Imagine eating three meals a day and not finding one that is familiar to what you have known all of your life. That is hard.
The people of this area eat soup with every meal. It is usually a broth like, clear soup. In all the Chinese restaurants that I have been too, I can not remember a soup like this. Egg drop or Wonton soup maybe. They must be miserable in the west.
Food ties us to home in ways we don’t expect. Even if I don’t miss much about the USA, there are comfort foods that I do miss. In that way, I am tied forever to the place where I was born.
Posted on October 13, 2017
Let me tell you the nicest thing so far that has happened while teaching at my school. Walking into the school, greeting the parents and students at the gate, looking up and seeing a group of children singing a welcome song. Wow. “What is going on?” I asked. There were many teacher’s milling around, walking up to a billboard that was not there the day before. Pictures, pictures, pictures. Everyone was taking pictures. “Come Teacher,” another teacher called. I walked over and was invited to join the group of picture takers. “Today is teacher’s day!” Imagine my surprise. School has not been in session very long. We are already being celebrated as teachers. This is amazing and totally unheard of in the places I have visited.
I took pictures just like everyone else; with the rest of the teachers, with the students who were singing, by the billboard and of the school. A celebration of teachers! China gives me many opportunities to feel special, kinda like a celebrity. Most of the time, I enjoy the moment. All of the teachers received a beautiful flowers. We were also given a lovely potted plant to take home and some of the children handed out flowers to teachers as well. I was thankful that even though I have not been teaching at the school for very long, I was not left out.
After a mini program for teachers day out on the exercise ground, we continued on with the day. However, the festivities were not over. All of the teachers, and their families, were invited to go to a restaurant across town to eat a special meal of roasted pigeon. Most of the teachers at my school joined in and we all packed into two tour buses. Riding in a bus surrounded by teachers in a festive mood, I feel proud to call myself a teacher.
Arriving at the restaurant, I pity the teachers sit at the table with us. How hard will it will be for them to overcome their shyness and try to speak to two newcomers with their basic English? Instead of being shy, they speak anyway and told us the names of things in Chinese. We promptly began to butcher the language. One teacher shared that she enjoyed listening to Selena Gomez. I happened to have a song on my phone and we talked about that for a while.
A parent and the headmaster stood and made a toast to the school, the teachers and the day. We joined in. I was waiting for someone to break out and start karaoke, but it did not happen. We began our meal. If you have ever had a family style meal, it was very similar. The food kept coming and coming. We started out with soup and then had a variety of vegetables with rice and fried fish, followed up by the much awaited pigeon. Bean was willing to try most of the dishes. In China, often fish, chicken and duck are served with their head on, Bean will not eat it. For the end of the meal, we were served a special bread of the region. I was too full to want to carry left overs home, but many people were thrilled to fill a bag. I like being in a country were doggy bags are acceptable!
Waiting for the bus to take us back to the school, many teachers and their families decided to take a walk through the countryside. We joined them and walked with a teacher acts as my assistant. How likely is it to have an assistant who speaks english and who is herself a single mother? Not very, but it happened for me! We learned a little more about the area and made a date to get together with our children.
Before getting on the buses, a private company gave us cases of date milk. I was sceptical of taking home a large case of milk. What if I didn’t like it and Bean would not drink it? No sense in take something and wasting it. We tried one and loved it. That milk was gone within a few days.
Teachers Day turned out to be a pleasant surprise and an experience that I thoroughly enjoyed. If more countries celebrated teachers the way that China does, maybe more young people would find it a job worth having! Bean says she is going to be a teacher when she grows up. I tell her, “That is an excellent choice.”
Updated on October 6, 2017
I have only been in China a short time,so I can not claim to know all of the differences in education between the East and West. I have been speaking with different native teachers from the area schools and in our conversations, I have found that maybe there is more to this subject than I originally thought.
There are a few similarities, such as
Teaching to the Test-
One of the first things we remarked on was how the teachers are teaching to the test. In the United States, teachers often get bent out of shape over the amount of time they must spend adapting their lessons to the latest standardized test. In China, I am not sure how often they change the tests,but the teachers all deliver information in a style that will guarantee the children will learn the information and pass the tests. You must pass a test to get into a good middle school, a test to get into a good high school and to go to college. Each test gets harder, so the amount of work the students must do is increasingly more difficult. Teaching to the test is a common practice, indeed it is the only thing to do.
Parental involvement- Parents pushing children their children to do well in school, enrolling them in after school activities, camps and additional learning centers. This phenomenon is not something that exists only in the United States. It is very prevalent in Asian countries. I have always felt sorry for poor sleep deprived children who must go back and forth from one activity to the next. It is the same worldwide I suppose.
School Uniforms– I love uniforms for school. It reminds me of my elementary school days. In China, every student wears a uniform. Many workers wear uniforms too. In my opinion, it just makes life easier. I know everyone does not agree with me. However, I am thankful that as Bean and I get up in the morning and go through our routine, I do not need to tell her what she can and can not wear to school. It makes my life so much more peaceful and we get out of the house on time!
The many differences begin from here.
Modes of Education
In China, there is only one way, maybe two of educating children. You send them to the Chinese public school, or if you are rich, you send them to the international private school. You follow the program of learning for the school and you are thankful that you were able to get your child a seat in school. The population is steadily growing and the need for schools is outpacing the availability. I asked about home school and everyone that I have mentioned it to has been flabbergasted. “That’s illegal. Why would anyone do that? How can the child re-enter the system?” It apparently does not happen. I asked about drop outs, what would they do in order to finish their schooling? Apparently, that is unheard of also. Children are required to go to school until they are 15, or high school age. High school is not compulsory. So until then, the children MUST go to school. That’s it.
Imagine my surprise to see the students left alone in the classroom to do as they please and running wild in between classes. They hit each other, wrestle, kick, yell, scream and run. It is amazing. I look around for an adult, a teacher, anyone to get them in order, but there is no one. This is the normal behavior of students in between classes. In fact, the teachers seem to disappear,showing up right on time for class. Initially I was shocked. I told my contact teacher, “If our students were doing this, everyone of them would be in the principal’s office.” But maybe this way is better? We tell our students walk, don’t run, no hitting and no violence. We have a violent and aggressive society. Here, the people are not aggressive. The children are allowed to run wild, but expected to reel it in when the time is right. It seems to work.
Exercise, Exercise, Exercise- Every day, when it is not raining, the entire school comes out onto the playground/courtyard for morning exercises. The entire school body will march to their respective locations and do a series of exercises to get the day started. When they are done, they will orderly back to their classroom. I could not imagine an entire American school being able to have such order and precision every single day. It amazes me. Twice a day, the students will perform eye exercises after their lessons. They will also go outside for gym class. Many american schools are discontinuing their physical education programs, but these children participate in exercise all throughout their day. You also are not allowed to sit on the sidelines if you feel that gym is not your thing.Everyone participates…everyone.
Rote learning- There are pros and cons to every learning methodology,but rote learning seems to work very well. In Bean’s classes, she is ahead on some of the things she does, like math or reading. Even though she is ahead,it is not that she does the work really well on her level. She is not really interested in learning as I would like her to be. Rote learning works really well because she can know the facts and then one day, the light can come on and she will fall in love with all of the additional information. Rote learning helps the teachers teach the facts that the students need to know without adding too much fluff. In the United States, as a teacher, we share information for things that we love. Sometimes this is not information that a student needs in their future. It may be fun,it may be cool but it is not vital. We spend a lot of time making learning fun and as a country, our students are falling further and further behind. As a minimalist, I like cutting out the fluff and sticking only to the basics. The students can fill in the rest as they desire.
Respect for Teachers- Children will not talk back to the teacher or use violence on a teacher. I have heard of many teachers in western countries that are afraid to go to their schools every day. I have no fear. I know that I will not have trouble with a student disrespecting me EVER. I can go into class, expect to have my students listen to me and deliver my lesson. If I have any trouble with any student, all I need to do is say something to the head teacher and they will put the fear of God into that student. The problem is solved for good. I like it.
There are many more differences than I expected. Some that I haven’t even noticed or haven’t written here, but I will speak more about it in the future. Of course, as with everything and everyone, people are not content with what they have. Many Chinese with money are sending their children abroad to study and to learn in other countries. Will this be better for their children in the long run? I really don’t know. It is all a matter of debate and opinion. My educational background is different than many other foreign teachers, yet, we are all here in China. Many Chinese share the same background and education, and yet, they end up in the same places I visit. It is all about choices and life paths. We may not all take the same path, but at some point, we all end up in the same place.
Have you ever taught abroad? What were some of the differences you noticed in education? I would be interested in knowing your thoughts.
Updated on September 30, 2017
“Teacher, Why you black?” This was the first question that I was asked on my first day as an English Teacher in China. I have been teaching China for a few weeks and I am thrilled. I am back in the environment that I enjoy so much. American parents and teachers get all bent out of shape over class size. Here, the average class size is 50! I can hardly believe that I am teaching 600 students!
Growing up, adults always asked if I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up. I always said no. That was not exciting! I loved school. I loved the smell of the halls, sitting in class, the activities, the kids running around, discussions and learning. In time, I discovered I am a teacher.
There is so much to love and I am constantly challenged. I was not expecting to have an assistant to help teach my classes. In every class, there is another teacher, acting as an assistant, who translates what I am saying to the children. I stand there telling the students what to do and the assistant is saying something else in Chinese. Depending on which class I am teaching and who is helping me, she may continue talking for a while after I have finished speaking. I know she isn’t saying everything that I have said. Sometimes, I stand there for a few minutes waiting until she stops talking. If she is telling them they better be good and listen to me, I certainly don’t want to interrupt!!
I feel very blessed to have my job. As a westerner, I am treated with respect by the staff and the students. I do not speak the language yet, but even so, it is not something that is treated with derision. I have not had anyone refuse to help me because I can not speak Chinese. In fact, they will go out of their way to find someone who can be of assistance. I am given liberty in what I do in the classroom, as long as I get the kids speaking English.
As a westerner, I am paid as much as a teacher who has been on the job for 15 years or more. For me, that is humbling. I know that if these teachers were to come to America and teach the same subjects in our schools, they would not be rewarded with higher salaries. It makes me want to do a good job designing and delivering a good lesson.
The main challenge that I face as a teacher is my expectations versus the school’s. The parents and the children just want to say a few words in English. That is progress. I really want to get the students talking and having conversations. For me that is progress. I am a language learner myself, so I know that it is possible to speak well in a short amount of time. However, the difference is the school setting versus being in an independent setting. Somehow, we will reach a compromise and find the right road together.
While there are some similarities between western and eastern schools, there is a lot of differences. Next week, I will discuss them. Right now, I better go plan a lesson!
Posted on September 23, 2017
I really do not like to use the term settle down. I feel as if settling down means that I am stuck. As I once heard it described, to settle down is like the sand when it floats to the bottom of the ocean. So, I rarely use the term. But for the lack of a better one, we are settling in to our routine in Shenzhen.
I gave us one month to get used to the daily life and rituals in Shenzhen: have our apartment looking presentable and to feel at home. I am happy to say it took a little over 2 weeks. I was surprised at how swiftly we have both adjusted to our new environment. I believe the number one thing that helped was to focus on all of the similarities to the other places that we have visited.
Language differences– I reminded Bean that when we went to France, she didn’t understand what the people were saying. At the beggining it was hard. By the end, she understood everything and can now speak French. Remembering this fact has kept tension down for both of us when we have no idea what we are reading or what someone is saying. I also recite the fact that our brains are really smart. Even if we do not know what is going on word for word, our brains can help us figure out what is being said. That is why I can be seen standing at a market stall, hotel or with the motorcycle taxi drivers having a conversation about what we want to buy, how much we will pay and where we are going. They are speaking Chinese, I am speaking English and we are both speaking in Sign Language. It works!
Stores– Though I am still astounded at the sheer number of malls here in China, finding stores that we have known in other countries has helped me to quiet my concern about differences in quality. I normally feel it is important to buy local, but when local sheets are paper thin and Ikea sheets are not, I would rather go across town and find an Ikea. Grocery store chains are helpful as well. Knowing that I can have good Irish butter and French bread if I want it, I relax if I mistakenly buy a meal that I can not imagine eating.
Public Transportation– Every city that has public transportation runs the systems about the same. I am thrilled because here in China, I feel very safe. The trains have a security checkpoint before EVERY entrance. I have no fear of guns, bombs or knife attacks. The buses and trains are extremely clean. The people will stand up and let the children and old people have a seat. Getting around has been a breeze.
Daily Interactions– I told Bean that in China we are celebrities. How else can I explain all of the people who stare at us and talk about us to our face? There are people who want to take our pictures and to touch our hair. We have continued to be open and friendly. It has won us several new friends already. Bean invites talkative people to eat dinner with us, and it works. We have been on a few dinner dates already and I see many more in our future.
Eating– Food in China was and was not what I expected. The saying is that the Cantonese will eat anything and that scared me. I knew they ate a lot of vegetables and of course rice at every meal. Keeping it simple, we have adopted a primarily rice and vegetable diet. There are a few special foods that we like to try, so I give them a special day in the week to eat them. Because the vegetables and pretty much everything else is cooked in loads of oil, which surprised me, when I find a restaurant where the food is good, we go back. Being a repeat customer and a foreigner we are treated well.
Why don’t I cook? Because it is cheaper to eat out! Bean and I can eat 3 good meals a day for under $10. Why would I burden myself with cooking and grocery shopping? I am enjoying the freedom from unnecessary household chores. Having fruit and a few staples around the house in case of emergency is working so far.
I believe the most important reason that we have adjusted so well and so quickly is that I am working a full time job again. Traveling around from one place to the next, we were able to keep our own personal routine, but that did not always match the community we were visiting. Being on the same schedule as everyone else around us has given us friends, acquaintances and a sense of community much quicker. Then again, maybe the Chinese are more open than the French. What do you think?
Posted on September 17, 2017
A twenty hour flight. I have flown that long before but I was flying alone. Traveling around the world with Bean on a flight that would last over twenty hours is something entirely different. But I knew we could do it. I just was not sure how we would be holding up at the end. I did everything that I have been doing since we have been traveling: let her choose her activities,eat as much as she likes and take things easy. The trip was long, but not hard.
When we arrived at our last layover in Taiwan,I was once again impressed with foreign airports. Why don’t American airports provide children with a play area? Our favorite thing to do at the airport is find the children’s play area so that Bean can let off some steam. THe Taipae airport was the best I have visited to date. Besides the normal restaurants and play area,there was an exercise area with equipment, shower rooms, nap rooms, massage chairs, a tasting corner for treats and more. I have never seen anything like it. If we were stuck here, it would be a pleasure to spend the day in it.
Finally making it to Hong Kong,we needed to find our hotel.I get around pretty good in all of the countries we visit. They have letters that we can recognize! I was concerned about Asia because I can not read the characters. I shouldn’t have worried. It seems that most people in Hong Kong speak English. I exaggerate a little. However,I did not have any trouble with anything that I needed during our entire stay.
Riding the train was simple. Taking money from the atm, no problem. Getting to the hotel, a little more challenging. We stayed in a guesthouse that had good reviews. It was the tiniest room we have ever been in! However, we were happy to have a bed to sleep on after such a long journey.
Before coming to Hong Kong, I thought spending a lot of time in New York this summer might have prepared me for the size and the amount of people in Hong Kong. It didn’t. I can’t get over is the shopping…the malls…the restaurants. Ever corner,every street, everywhere you looked, there was a mall. Huge malls, loaded with people. Brand name clothing,watches,cars, luxury items and more. I walked around wondering “How can there be enough people wanting all of this stuff?” Then I see the people. People everywhere. The easiest way to imagine it is the mall on the day before Christmas, or a sold out concert/ sporting event; every single day.
Bean and I took a few excursions to quieter areas of the city. We were brave and road in a cable car up to Ngong Ping, Lantau Island. We spent time at Po Lin Monestary, ate lunch and visited the Giant Buddha. We watched the drumming ceremony enjoyed walking around.
Another day, we went up to The Peak, one of the highest points of Hong Kong. The views were beautiful, but the day was hot. We found a hilarious museum, The Trickeye Museum, and took some hilarious photos. We walked and walked, discovered parks near the hotel. The light show could also be seen at night near the Science Museum not far from where we were staying.
The city is so big! I am glad Hong Kong is just a train ride away from where we will be staying in Shenzhen. I look forward to going back and exploring some more.