Crossing Boundaries, whatever that means

Yummy yummy, happy happy

For my mom’s visit, she requested to go to Lantau Island to see the Tian Tan Buddha, or more commonly known as the Big Buddha. I’ve previously visited at the end of January with some friends from the program, so I felt like an expert at getting my mom around and traveling HK like I’m totally a local.

We arrived to the Central Piers a bit after noon. A bit hungry, I bought a noodle soup from a street stand that costs 18 HKD ($2.37 USD) for your choice of noodle type and three condiments. I had rice noodle, fish balls, vegetables and shrimp balls. Made an absolutely delicious snack!

I find it silly how the Chinese pretty much puts anything in a noodle soup and call it a meal. So far, I’ve had pork chop, chicken wings, mini-hot dogs, fried egg, among other foods, in noodle soups as lunch or dinner. Noodle soups in general aren’t all that filling, but it’s just awkward to have these weird combinations of soup and things that shouldn’t be soupy, i.e. hot dogs. My mother used to throw random food like that in our food when I was growing up, but that was only because she wanted to get rid of the leftovers. I had no idea this is actually real food in restaurants in Hong Kong/China.

We took a ferry over to Lantau Island, or Mui Wo in Cantonese, — on my first visit, it was a beautiful sunny day so we all walked around the boat to catch some awesome views. This trip, however, was rainy and foggy, so I passed right out on the boat ride. About 40 minutes later, we arrived. The rest of the Lantau Island trip will go by my first visit because it was significantly more memorable.

On my first trip, we all decided to grab lunch first. Close to the pier, we found a small village with little restaurants overlooking the beach. Somehow, we left it to my roommate to choose a place, and she made a good call on a great seafood place that sold single dishes as cheap as 35 HKD ($4.45 USD) for one giant plate of fried rice with a choice of meat. The restaurant owner/staff were also very friendly and accommodating, and it helped that one of our friends spoke Cantonese. The boys ordered giant bottles of Heineken which came out icy cold — literally. 

Everyone got their own dishes although we could have easily shared them family style. I happen to love family style eating; you get to sample a bit of a variety of dishes and don’t have to wait for your own plate while you salivate over your friends digging into theirs. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m usually always the last person to receive my dish. But anyhow, who was I to argue with seven other kids?

After a quick lunch, we took a bus over to Tai O, a little village on the other side of the island. We were given options to rent bicycles, but collectively decided there were not enough time to make the rent worth our money. Instead, we all walked around the village looking at fresh seafood squirming in water and local snacks sold on the street. 

Afterward we decide to finally make it to the Big Buddha, and caught the last bus going over to Ngong Ping. The bus rides were extremely bumpy, which only made things more fun. I recall bouncing right off my seat several times through speed bumps and sharp turns, yet I was having a ball. We also got great views of the beach, farms, and waited for cows and buffalos to cross the street. Certainly was an interesting sight.

At the Ngong Ping area, we got lost figuring out where exactly Big Buddha was. It turns out, we were actually five feet away from where we stood to see it because views of the statue were blocked off by trees. Fail on our parts. We also took pit stops to check out more sceneries of the mountains and the monastery.

It’s crazy to say that only a few weeks before that, I’d been at the Great Wall, and I live less than an hour of travel away from the Statue of Liberty. 

We hiked up the steps to the Big Buddha, steps which seemed miniscule to me compared to walking up the Great Wall of China. When we made it up, I felt super inappropriate. I had no idea the buddha was at Lantau Island, and mistakenly wore a mini tank top dress with shorts. In traditional Buddhist ideals, I might as well be wearing a midriff baring shirt and a mini skirt. It was in no way respectful and I felt embarrassed, but hey, I didn’t mean to do it on purpose nor did I know I was going to be at a spiritual place. I took this lesson for my second trip with mom and wore long jeans and t-shirt :)

I have a slightly odd obsession with jumping photos (something about the movements our eyes are often to slow to catch). Although this pic was a fail, it captures my “epic hair,” something my friends here have pointed out in most of my photos of the uncontrollable hair, and the mountain views were amazing.

Realizing that we had no time to catch any bus back to the pier, we decided to walk through the touristy section of Ngong Ping 360 to check out the cable car rides. We made it right before 6 pm, when they were selling the last tickets before closing down. After contemplating if 74 HKD ($9.61 USD) was worth the ride, we decided to go for it because there were no other ways to go home that we could readily figure out.

Let me know you, it totally was worth every penny. The eight of us was enough to get an entire cable car to ourselves, and minutes into the ride, we were so blown away by the sights that we’d completely forgotten the money we spent. Our timing was also perfect, the sun began to set as soon as we got on the car, and by the time we entered the Hong Kong island, it had gotten dark enough for the city to be lit up. 

That night we ate at Temple Street across from our lodge. It was the first time having “pot rice,” which is simply rice and a choice of meat in a stone pot. You pour in soy sauce from old gatorade or plastic bottles and let the lid infuse the flavors a little more before digging in. It was inexpensive and tasty, but not enough for me to crave or eat it on a weekly basis. This thought was not shared by my friends who are in love with pot rices — the restaurants they sell them are open late and one order is only 18 HKD ($2.37 USD). Student budgeting for the win?

Although I’d spontaneously gone on the Lantau trip my first time and unexpectedly dropped a lot of money, I had absolutely no regrets. Some of the best things in life are done with no planning whatsoever, much of it is the case on my experiences abroad so far. I could never have expected half the things that has happened to occur, but I’m having the most beautiful time. I’m visiting wonderful places, meeting great people, and falling in love with life all over again. That, to me, is absolutely priceless.

Wingin’ it

Today marked a somewhat scary day: having to give a presentation on our business plan to bring a foreign company into Japan. As part of my International Business minor, I had to take this Global Management class as a required credit, and this was our final project.

The longer I study abroad, the more I discover who I am and my true passions. For example, I’m steadily realizing how little interest I have in business and more on social interactions and communications, and telling stories. Though I understood very little of the business material we spoke about in class, I fancied all the words spoken. While I came off nervous, which I was, bullshitting seemed to come naturally when my ass needed it. To add to seeming like I knew what was happening, I paid extra attention to other students’ presentations to ask inquisitive questions, though they were really simple. 

During the half way coffee break, I was preparing to leave class so I can finish business and prepare for my mother’s visit in Hong Kong. Before walking out of class, the professor stops me to say, “You are very good at what you do, keep working at it.” I responded to this with a confused “What does that mean?” and he seemed to think I was fine. He just kept repeating that I think, speak and process information well and I should “keep working at it”. Still bewildered, I raised an eyebrow, half smiled and proceeded to going home.

I would say I’m the kind of person who can be decent at mostly anything I put my hands on, but I can be great at something for which I have a passion. Unfortunately, I’m finding out business or political studies are both equally uninteresting although all of my classes here are in those subjects. Meanwhile, I’ll still be blabbering, aka, blogging about the thought process of it all. What the professor said to me today was certainly odd, but a part of me is kind of glad he said it. He’s not my favorite professor, but it provided an ounce of affirmation that I’m not all too terrible at this, even if I hated it.

Orientation & Preparation

Like many other Syracuse students who’ve been on the abroad program, we all have the same critiques: orientations are terrible. I can’t fathom how years of the same program haven’t improved the way they run this, or if this is the improved version.

Our first orientation which happened before leaving to mainland China was hours too long. The way this semester is set up is we begin with Module A, the spring seminar in China. Module B is our classes and finals. Module C is the last five weeks spent either as a full-time intern or as an independent study researcher. During orientation, we spent one hour going over ALL the prospective internship positions and companies, information that are useless to students who know they want to do independent study (me). All of this only for our director to note how difficult it is to land one in tough economic times, especially when our Chinese is not particularly strong, and most may want to switch to research papers. Well then, what the flying dumpling.

The one thing I did enjoy was taking a tour through the school by local City University student ambassadors. Their facilities are way more modern than I could ever imagine, including a student lounge which resembles a coffee shop among other amenities. Did I mention our school is located across the street from a fancy mall and that they are connected through a tunnel? Unfortunately, our tour also lasted way too long, two days after we arrived to HK. The last tour was around our hotel in which some ambassadors got lost. So you can imagine that by the time 4 pm rolled around and I’d done nothing but sit all of first half of the day and walked all the second half combined with a terrible 13-hour jetlag, I was very unhappy.

Our second day of class preparations was today, where we sat and listened to more prospective employers talked, watched a ridiculously common sense video of how to use a gym (i.e. “On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the lowest amount of energy and 10 being extreme, you should exercise at a level between 4 to 7,”) got lectured on what to wear to interviews and picked up our textbooks. This lasted from 9 am to 3 pm which could have taken fifteen minutes at most. I wasn’t really planning on using the gym so I demanded my deposit back, then felt my life wasting away listening to more tips on getting an internship in Asia which I really didn’t want to hear. Yes, apparently, getting an internship here is different, and I’m not saying I never want to work here in the future but the stuff we were advised were so common sense, I wanted to beat myself in the head.

“Girls, don’t wear low cut shirts … maybe you should consider high heels shoes or formal flats … don’t arrive too early,” etc. As a college junior, I find this almost offensive how clueless they think we are. Not to mention the director totally dissed my outfit today seeing how I was wearing a fitted high waist denim skirt (it came down to just above the knee) with a red book bag and she lectured “Don’t wear bright, attractive colors. If you wear a skirt, it must cover your knee or lower and not be too tight”.

I should have just woken up at 1 pm, get a snack and headed over to the school to pick up my books and go home. SU is gonna hear it from me when we evaluate, which I hope we totally get to do!