Last but not least, Hong Kong, the place of my heritage. The last time I went to Hong Kong, it was 14 years ago when I was 8. I could hardly remember anything from that trip besides the hot weather, flashes of buildings and glimpses of people. I treated this trip as basically the first time I’ve ever been here because let’s face it, Hong Kong is a whole different city now.
There are so many people living in the city yet not a lot of living space. It’s a place of business and advertisement, of people crammed into every nook and cranny. Even in the alleyways there are advertisements. It’s almost a sensory overload if you stare too long.
The people living there have their own distinct culture. It seems like I’m speaking as a stranger even though I’m Cantonese, but I honestly do see myself different from them. I feel like the generation of Chinese kids that grew up in Canada is very much different from those in Hong Kong. We adopted the politeness of Canadians. Now I’m not saying the people of Hong Kong are ill mannered people, they are just more blunt and forward than Chinese-Canadians. If you want something, you have to be loud and direct. You can’t be afraid to be bold or else the fast-paced city would leave you behind. It was even a culture shock for me even though I speak Cantonese and understand them pretty well. I had to remind myself multiple times that the people talking to me were not trying to sound impolite or brass, but that is just the way they spoke to one another.
I spent a lot of time meeting my relatives from my mom’s side. I can say with confidence that I could probably bump into a cousin of mine and not even realize it. There was a dinner where a couple of my uncles and aunts and their families met up with me and I had never seen them in my life before. Yet they would say “Oh look how much you’ve grown” and “I remember when you were this tall…”
One thing I learned from this trip that although the people are loud and direct, they are very family orientated. I was basically a stranger to my relatives, yet they treated me to food and gave me presents. I stayed at my uncle’s home even though I’ve only met him once when I was 8, he still welcomed and provided me with everything I needed.
Hong Kong could be summarized as a city with cheap prices, cheap food and business and marketing. Even I got my fair share of shopping done and I’m not a fan of shopping. But most importantly, what makes Hong Kong unique are my roots with it.
Since this is a travel blog, I’ll talk about some attractions. Remember when I mentioned about having my fair share of zoos, aquariums and amusement parks? Well, why not combine all three of them and make Ocean Park? I spent an entire day there and I still wasn’t able to see everything. You have to ride a train or cable car to reach the other part of the park. Not only did I see a panda for the second time, I saw a red panda for the first time!
Did I tell you about the 1600 paper mache pandas by French artist Paulo Grangeon? The exhibit was suppose to bring attention to the declining population of pandas, there being only 1600 alive in the wild.
There’s also a Disneyland here, but if you’ve been to any other Disneyland, it’s not worth it. I didn’t go because by the time I was in Hong Kong at the end of my trip, I was done with rides. And if you’re the type of person that wants to see the city as a whole, you have to go to Victory Peak. From there on a good day, you can see the entire city. Unfortunately when I went up, it was foggy and raining. Oh well, this was better than nothing.