K'La's blog in Hong Kong

I spent my winter break in Hong Kong visiting my pen pal Xiu Juan in Wong Tai Sin District.We went sight seeing with her family we saw the Wong Cho Ping it's like the Washington Monument in America. But oh was it cold it was ice cold so cold my nose was dripping and I thought it was going to become snot sickels,it was colder than Ohio on Christmas morn. Than we went to go eat at some place called Yung Kee Restaurant in Wellington Street Central. Xiu had Poon Choi and I had Cha Chaan Teng wow...I didn't pay attention to no one elses food beacuase it was so great it had my mouth savoring every taste of the food like i didnt have another chance to eat it. If you smelled that food yummy yummy in your tummy. But the down side was the smell of the streets ew it smelled like grass and sewear bad combination. I was tring to have some peaceful time...some time to myself but all I heared was people screaming into there cell phones, other people pounding on the pavement,cars yelling at one another wow when you want some peaceful time to yourselves its impossible. Finally we got to go home I was spending the night at Xiu's house (yay) and as soon as I walked into her house they stared at me like I had some beared upon my face Xiu motioned me back to the door and talked to me and told me that its rude to walk into a home without taking off your shoes at the door and greeting the oldest of the house. I felt so embarressed my face turned cherry red I took off my shoes and I said "hello" to her father. They all laughed while they showed me around the house and went to bed.

My Bali Booboo

As I went on my daily shopping trip in Tenganan Village, I smelled fruit as fresh as a new morning, and heard the day to day chatter in the marketplace. I picked up a few things, and not knowing the shopkeepers name, I pointed at him and then at my merchandise, curious of the price. He looked at me with disgust and clear signs of horror. I decided to move on, not knowing that I had just made my first horrible mistake of the morning. Walking along the busy market street, I looked at all the different fruits and vegetables on display in small carts. As I continued browsing, I saw a small child to my left fall down. Concerned for his saftey, I went over to help him up. Once I saw that he was alright, I patted him on the head, gently feeling his head for a bump. As a young woman rushed forward, i heard a loud gasp, and as abruptly as a train crash, the whole street was staring. I could feel their eyes on me, and hear their rude whispers. After I was able to make out what they were saying, I realized that it was a great insult to pat anyone, especially a child on the head. I felt so ashamed that I quickly left my items and went back to my hotel. Still feeling their eyes on my back.

A Whoopsies in Bangkok Thailand

I was out and about look for a newly found snack i approached a little rattly street cat that was quite sketchy and as I beckoned for attention i was stared down upon by many. I forgot In Bangkok you must wait to be noticed or clear your thought to be asked or to have attention brought to you. I was soo embarrassed and ashamed of my self i briskly walked many blocks down the street to find what i was looking for. This time as i walked up to a better well placed cart that seemed to have a more booming business and more of an appealing apatite i waited my turn and waited to be noticed so i would not feel the shame i did once feel just a few moments ago. I did enjoy the amazing new snack.That was my Egregious experience in Bangkok.

Not in South Korea!

My friend and I were on a trip in Seoul South Korea and my friend made the mistake of keeping a tatoo exposed. In South Korea it is not frowned upon to have a tatoo only if you show it is found strange within the locals. We were walking the park surrounding the N Seoul Tower and my friend was wearing a short sleeve T-shirt. We were on our way back to our home and wanted to get something to eat at a Korean BBQ restaraunt. As we entered the sweet and spicy aromas quickly crawled into our nostrils, the wrinkled server quickly came to ask what it was we wanted to eat. I made an attempt to order but as soon as the server looked at my friend's tattoo we were quickly asked to leave.