Das Bloggen was nice enough to like one of my posts and it led me to this post of theirs. I first encountered culture shock when moving to London and was really surprised it hit me as hard as it did. Of course it helped that I had Europe and Ryanair at my fingertips to be able to get away on an adventure for the weekend. Living in Thailand though, I feel like we’re in a constant state of culture shock straddling our previous and present circumstances, the cultures of both of them, and how to find the proper balance between them.

Das Bloggen

Train arriving at Cairo's Sadat station

To visit a country is only to skim the surface.

You can never truly grasp a place in a few days. Sometimes understanding can take months, even years. When visiting a new country, the differences are something you appreciate, the differences are why you’re there, they’re part of the experience, you may even say they are the experience. Staring at the queer fruits and vegetables in a market you say, “Wow, we don’t get these back home!” It excites you. Everything excites you. The voices, the people, the food, the streets, the sky, the mountains. Everything.

Later, you leave, go back to the comfort of your own fruits and vegetables. Back to your own voices, your own people. Back home, to what you know and love. Back to comfort.

Culture shock happens when you try to change that home, even temporarily. When you try to make a transition between the…

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