Dark hair, fair skin, round yet chinky-ish eyes. No, I am not Taiwanese, Korean nor Japanese – you get the picture. Despite being born and raised in a different country, my roots are all China. And coming home to my ancestors’ land was quite ironic – no matter how much I have heard of and memorized about China throughout my childhood, I was quite a foreigner to my own.
And that was just the beauty of it. Being a foreigner in a place where you have a sense of familiarity allows you to appreciate the experience even more. Often, I found myself going “oh, so that was what my Chinese History teacher was talking about while I was dozing off in class…” throughout the trip. Reading through China posts, I hope you get that same oh-so-that-was-what-I-read-about sensation when you tour Beijing’s lavish palaces and temples, Shanghai’s dynamic commercial districts or Harbin’s distinctive when-China-meets-Russia aura. But more than this, I hope you get to see China, in yet, a different light.