I always saw pictures of Westerners in Thailand at temples with their hands folded--what to me seemed like a hokey pose that didn't seem particularly respectful. That is, until I found myself there getting suckered into the very same things.
You know THAT foreigner. The one you don't want to be, right? Getting real honest with myself about who I want to be versus who I am.
"A New York minute is a Hong Kong second." -someone who hasn't been to Hong Kong since the late 80s, I guess.
Some love letters as novelty wears off and culture shock sets in. (Inspired by that very good Netflix movie that you should definitely watch.)
Unlike Poland, where you can easily install your Polish SIM card on a drug dealer cell phone and get on with your life just fine, in China you're gonna want a top-of-the-line smart phone with a long battery life because if there's one thing you need to adjust to life in China, it's your phone.
I didn't really know what to expect coming into China. People will tell you so many different contradictory things--half of them vague observations, half of them lazy racist stereotypes. I've been here for almost a month now, and I'm still not quite sure what to make of it.
Nothing makes you realize the weird quirks of your own culture quite like a country where you all speak the same language, yet somehow don't.