How do I know I am in a country I have never been in? When I am sitting in a room on the 7th floor of a hotel at around 4am overlooking a boulevard and hearing in the distance something I have never heard before. Chants coming from a loudspeaker: oh yes, I am in Indonesia, and 80% of their population is Muslim and right, they pray 5 times a day and the prayer is broadcast for everyone to hear and participate in. Fascinating!
Well, this is only one way of knowing.
I arrived in Hong Kong last Monday after a 14 hour flight. I thought I’d never make it but I surprised myself and even got a few hours of sleep. My friend C. picked me up at the airport and brought me to her relatives’ house about 45 minutes outside of the heart of Hong Kong where I was graciously welcomed to stay for a night. I am a 24-hour sponge here, an infant whose eyes are wide open and can’t keep up with everything she looks at, feels, tastes, smells…
Oh yes, it is hot and very humid here. And then you enter buildings and it is annoyingly freezing thanks to the AC probably set on high. But since I was in for a nice surprise that evening (a Typhoon that quickly went from a level 3 to a level 8 ~ and no, that vocabulary never existed for me until that day), the day was a bit cooler than normal with occasional bursts of rainpoor. Cooler means 29 degrees Celsius instead of the usual 30+ with a steady breeze which does wonders when you are sweating.
We walked and walked and walked…I tried to take photos of what I was looking at. I tried not to take photos of what I was mostly seeing: brand names (real and fake), electonic stores en masse, the shopping shopping shopping that seems to be everyone’s favorite pastime. I wanted to capture something more authentic. Then, the next morning, while writing in my journal I realized that perhaps I should photograph these things because that seems to be the authentic deal! I said to myself: don’t try to make a place into something that it is not…or at least be open to the reality of a people that may just possibly be less creative and individualistic than you would like them to be.
So my first lesson was: accept the reality of big city life. DOn’t I feel the same thing when I walk the streets of downtown San Francisco or New York? People shopping shopping shopping…for sure they must have other things to do and be passionate about. And surely there are areas of these cities where you see another picture.
But I haven’t flown halfway across the world to criticize its people of having no creative individuality…no, I am here to take it all in and not judge. So I try to find moments when I can capture beauty:
- a child looking out the window of the bus driving parallel to the one I am in with the rest of my Community Colleges delegations. He smiles at me when he sees that I have the camera pointing at him.
- an old man in the Hong Kong market selling bloody fishheads that still pulsate as thought they have not yet realized that they are really dead, horribly dead. He stops his blood-splattering head-chopping for a second so I can snap a picture.
- The young Indonesian security guard who is busy getting taxis to drive on after having dropped someone off at the door of the US Embassy allows me to snap of photo of his beautiful facial structure.
It is my first time ever in Asia. I am here for work representing my college. I will be busy with Educational Fairs, visits to embassies and High Schools giving information to prospective students at our college. I am with a “delegation” of Community College Representatives and we seem to be given the semi-royal treatment. I like the fact that I have a reason to be here and that taking in all the impressions and snapping photos is my side gig…
After saying goodbye to the typhoon in Hong Kong who’s name is not Ike or Catherine but a name I will never remember, we flew to Jakarta Indonesia.
It is the middle of the night and I still hear the chants outside my tightly sealed and air-conditioned room. I should go back to bed because today will be a busy day and I don’t want to be tired at 6pm.
More to follow…



