7 Lessons I've Learnt as a Hijabi Traveler

I've been to a few places since I was 13 years old. Sometimes with my family, but most of the times on my own. And for all the journeys I've ventured during the last eight years, I've been always wearing my hijab.

This is one of the hardest things I always want to share here, because I realise the fear every muslim girls with hijab has to face when abroad. With the word Islamophobia is getting more and more fame every year, I cant deny how scared I was when I had to go to Paris last year and it was just a week after Charlie Hebdo shooting happened. 

But, we all muslim women with hijab are just like every traveler in the world. We have the same right to explore all the existing places on this earth and there's no stopping for us. 

That's why I keep going places, that's why I will never think my hijab could stop me from learning about this strange planet called Earth. And within this post, I just simply want to share a few things  I learned about people and my hijab during all my journeys.

1. I most probably have had the wrong idea, but the world is filled with so, so many beautiful souls.

As I keep thinking how much rude stares and comments I will get in public places along the journey, how I keep playing scenarios in my head how people wouldn't talked to me because of the thing on my head; I was totally wrong. On Christmas Eve 2008 in Arroyo Grande, California where I spent it in a church because my host-dad is a senior pastor there; I was beyond surprised how everyone welcomed me with warm hugs which could melt me away and asking me with literally full of curiosity because "I am the Girl who Comes from Indonesia", not "I am the Muslim Girl who wear Hijab and Went to Church Celebrating Christmas Completed with Hijab On".

I still remember that time I just got out from the church library to meet up with my host-parents and a few people came into my direction with all smiles on their faces, "Are you Nerissa? Welcome to California!" or "Do you like America? It must be a little different from Indonesia, but please enjoy your first Christmas here!"

This is one thing I always try remember that everything in this world is already set up in pairs. Black and white. Up and down. Left and right. So are good and bad.

2. The way people treat me depends on the way I treat them.

I'm being totally honest here; I've never ever, ever experienced anybody being rude to me (when I approach them first). 

Travelling solo means there's nobody you can depend on besides yourself and that happened a lot to me when I was lost in the middle of foreign land where nobody speaks my language. I have no choice but to ask anybody around me. But the thing is, if I don't make my hijab is an issue, they wouldn't either. In Paris when I was looking for Shakespeare & Co, I asked a woman who didn't look so busy with smile and polite gesture and what did I have back? Friendly smile and lovely conversation! She even took me to the bookstore!

I mean, don't be afraid of something that is only happening inside your head. It's only in your head, the fear you're scared of. We just need start nicely and we might be surprised how strangers on the street could turn out to be one of your best friends.

3. The warm and familiarity feeling I got when encountering fellow Muslim travellers or locals.

This is my favourite things I always stumble into during my trip everywhere.

Being called out, "Salaam, sister!" in the middle of busy market in the city or getting a half-priced ice cream because the lovely lady was so happy finally meeting a muslim customer. 

Sometimes I'm still thinking about the first night I was in London and I had no idea which bus would take me home and I was stranded at the bus stop for around an hour and my phone died I couldn't call any emergency number and there I saw a man who I thought has been aware about me. I asked him directly and there, he just got into the same bus and helped me until I reached my front door. Later on he told me that he's also a muslim and it was nice knowing there's a girl with hijab in our neighbourhood.

4. Some of them only knew our religion from what they've seen on tv and they're just genuinely curious about it.

And that moment, it's only us Muslims can give them the answers. 

On the first day at school in London, my teacher asked me right away, without asking anything first: "Nerissa, I've been reading this article everywhere and I just can't get the logical reason behind it. Please tell us why Prophet Muhammad can not be animated?" and I'm 100% sure it was my hijab telling him that I am a muslim.

"Oh my God WHY???!!!" I screamed inside my head.

I felt so bad that day because I couldn't answer. Later at night I called my mom for an answer and the next day I came to the class proudly and told him right away. 

Or, when almost everyone I knew at school asking me, "so, Nerissa, why the other Indonesia girls who are also muslims aren't wearing hijab, but you are???" and you know, this is a simple question but if you can't answer it correctly and wisely, it could lead you to a misunderstanding circumstance. And here again, your task is only to be a good Muslim agent. Tell them why are you wearing that weird clothing on your head; tell them that you are doing this because it's so much more than the symbol of your religion and faith; that it's your identity; that's you're wearing it because you know you have the responsibility about it; that nobody can look down on you just because you're wearing it.

Tell them, they're just curious. And the internet and media couldn't help them at all.

5. As we're all in the same path, travellers are the most open-minded people I know. 

Travel. Get out from your comfort zone. Book a ticket, pack your bag and go somewhere. Traveling is probably the best answer to how someone could be so open-minded. 

Travellers see more things non-travellers can't see. Travellers see beyond their own bubbles. Travellers see how diverse the world out there. They know this world isn't only filled with one specific race and religion, because they see the world out there.

No matter how much you're scared getting out from your hostel room to the common room and meet another travellers because you're wearing hijab; you'll be surprised how it doesn't stop them for asking your stories.

Here I can always find myself become more and more tolerate for any kind of diversity everytime I go back from somewhere far.

6. Good things will just pop out everywhere.

Like, everywhere.

Want to hear some examples?

- In Singapore where I asked for a bowl of jjangmyeon, the chef himself came out from the kitchen and said, "No, Miss. You're wearing.. (gesturing my hijab) and this contain pork. You can't."

- I went to a local pub back in 2012 with my school mates, it was really my first pub experience and I didn't hate it. When all my friends ordering tequila, suddenly one of the bartender suddenly came to me asking wether I wanted to have a coke or a glass of sparkling water.

- New Year Eve 2013 where I spent happily in Westminister Bridge watching the massive fireworks in London Sky, there was this one guy coming and asking me in all of sudden, "Hey, are you okay? You look a little pale." when all I knew that I was just very sleepy and tired.

7. At last, the world isn't as scary as you think it is.

This point will sum up what I've written above. As I'm sure because all travellers believe that we are all in this together; there's nothing wrong with giving a hand for another as they know soon or later they will need someone's help too.

During all my journeys, I can't count how many act of kindness I've ever received from other beautiful souls out there. It surprised me how I could feel at home when I'm not even home. It surprised me how I could feel so welcomed when I'm not even where I grew up. 

Here I've learnt that nothing could stop me for being curious about the outside world. For being always thirsty for more adventures, for more stories, for meeting more and more beautiful souls. There's nothing at all. Espescially not my hijab. 

Pep Talk: Self-Love

"He is not the sun. You are."

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This morning, I stumbled upon a very simple quote on Tumblr. A very simple one but leaving me with so so many thoughts.

As a girl who spends time a lot on her own, I appreciate myself and every single thing around me as much as I can. But, the focus in this case is, I really appreciate myself more than anything. Eventhough sometimes I could still find myself asking, "Really? Will you able to do this? Are you sure? This is too difficult for you, you'll fail again this time." but then I remember that nobody will appreciate me if I can't even appreciate myself. Which relate to nobody will ever understand your value, if you don't even value yourself. You know, this is self-love.

And as I grew up, I came to realise that falling in love with yourself is not an easy stuff. We are living in the world where listening to people's opinions about our life is so much necessary than leaving all of that behind. We are living in the world where taking so much care of other people (who's not our parents here) is far more necessary than taking care of ourselves. We are living in the world where putting other people's priorities is much much more necessary than ours. We are living in the world where saying yes instead of no while your poor little heart says no for the sake of other people. 

I know this may sound so pathetic, but I do spend a lot of time on my own.

I read books. A lot of them.

I read about other people's stories. Also, a lot of them.

I go to places. Sometimes alone.

I travel. Mostly alone.

I write, about way too many things.

I sit by the window in the corner of a coffee shop and watch people go by.

I think about people. My parents. My family. My best friends. People I truly love.

I think more about myself.

But I'm not ashamed to admit that. Being alone is different with being lonely.

By being alone, I've been learning one of the most important yet forgettable thing by everyone. Self-love.

In my term, self-love is simply appreciating yourself and listening to yourself more than anybody else.

Self-love is not selfish.

Self-love is not self-absorbed.

Self-love is not self-centered.

Self-love is not a crime.

I repeat, it's just simply appreciating yourself and listening to yourself more than anybody else.

Because you deserve it. Everyone deserves it.

I have a story. A little one, dont bother if you dont want to read it. But this always been a true story you often find in our daily life.

I have a friend who just broke up with her boyfriend. She dated him for years. She loved (I have a feeling that she still loves) him with all of her life. I once predicted that they must be ended up married. But, then HE dumped her. I didn't know why. But later on I found out why. I asked, "why?" and she said, "he likes another girl. He's bored with me." and no wonder she spent every nights for two weeks crying and liking all of emo posts on instagram about breaking up. I think it's normal. It's the process about how people move on. For a week, two weeks, three weeks. 

But when I heard how she begged him to get back together, saying that she can't do it if it's not him. She's already in the state where he's always been there. She cried, she begged. She told him that she loved (or loves) him so much. (yuck)

And there, I was like, excuse me?

I don't blame anybody who spends weeks to move on. I get that point. I also had time when I spent weeks crying on my stupidity. But, that's that. I spent weeks crying which I think as a process and then I moved on. I repeat, I moved on. I left all of that behind and I promise I will never allow that to come near again. That is my term about moving on.

That is the way how I appreciate myself. Because I know my value. I realise that I can't spend time with people who don't get my value. 

It's self-love, honey.

And it's not self-love when you're begging to get back together to someone who left you in pieces, who didn't know your worth, who saw you as an object, who dumped you just because he found another girl. You're just embarrasing yourself. The moment you call him again, the moment he laughs out loud and that's also the moment when you put yourself, your value, your worth at the lowest point of.. of.. wow, so many things. The lowest point of way too many things. Dignity. Pride. 

I don't blame anybody who loves their significant others with all of their hearts. You absolutely can do that. Nobody forbid that. But, the problem is when that significant other is no longer see you in the eyes just like how you see him in the eyes. 

When he stops staring at your eyes the way you are to them, remember your worth. He is not the sun, you are.

I believe, the time you start appreciating more about yourself, you'll realise and understand exactly what you deserve. 

The moment you know your worth, your value; the moment you will never let anybody leaves you in pieces. That nobody has the power to break you. 

Your life, your achievement, your happiness are all your own responsibilities. You. Yours. Not anybody else.

I truly came to realise that when you know your worth, when you appreciate yourself more, and when you're really understand to love yourself; nobody will ever look down on you. People who come to your life will be the people who truly know your worth and your value. Like, how could people dare to look down on you when you're so brave, strong and extra-ordinary? 

And these people are not the people who will easily come and go. I believe these people are the people who also understand their own value. I believe that these people are the people who will stay. I believe that these people are the people who deserve all of your heart.

But, if they still leave you in pieces, I'm sure you're still not appreciating yourself enough. And those people are not the people I meant. Back at it, because you still have no idea how valuable you are.

Remember, you are the sun.

And self-love, is not a crime.

Le Petit Prince in The Petite France

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.” 

Major Tourist in Seoul

Annyonghaseyo from the land of ginseng, kpop, kdrama, oppa, jjangmyeon, tteokbokki, beauty care and korean barbecue!!!

As I spent this trip for the whole seven days and I visited way too many places, I decided to make separated blog posts about them. And also, since a few of my friends asked about them, I think it'll be easier I just can give them the link of this blog! 

Anyway, first of all, I want to say that I finally created an account for my travel pictures and stories. Since I've been thinking that I may annoy people on my personal account with a lot of throwback pictures and I hate receiving comments like, "jalan-jalan mulu..." and I thought I probably can make another account to express what I like the most which is taking pictures of the places, the people and the culture with such a long-long captions without making my friends annoyed. So, here you go, please follow @herwandertales.

Okay. Let's talk about the trip.

Note 101: Untuk mengajukan Visa Korea, menurut aku pribadi tidak ada kesulitan dan tidak dipersulit sama sekali secara aku apply via travel agent. Memang sedikit lebih mahal untuk service fee, tapi aku nggak perlu repot-repot untuk ke embassy sendiri dan kalo ada form yang bingung isi atau jawabnya, pihak travel yang bakal bantu isi, dan kalau ada dokumen yang kurang pun mereka akan telepon dan bisa kita kirim via scanned form dan send via email. Pokoknya, tinggal terima beres deh. 

Plus, yang aku suka dari Visa Korea ini syaratnya ga berlibet banget huhuhu terharu. No need untuk bikin surat sponsor dari kantor orang tua, no need to book the flight ticket or accomodation confirmation first, bener-bener deh aku padamu Korea :') ditunggu ya sampai nggak butuh visa buat kesana 

Note 102: Kalau untuk flight aku pake apa, aku pake Cathay Pacific yang kalo boleh jujur dapat harga murah sekali secara aku pesan tiket sekitar 50 hari sebelum Hari H. Like, saat hampir semua tiket sekitar 7 sampai 8 jutaan for return tickets, I got so much less than that. Emang harus transit di Hong Kong, tapi oh my God I love love love Cathay! Foods were extra fine, cemilannya dapet juga lol, dan leg-spaces are bigger than my expectation!!! Sekelas lah ya sama Emirates/Qatar. 

Note 103: Selama di Seoul, aku stay di hostel selama tujuh malam, booking via booking(dot)com dan I've never imagined that such a cute, cozy and comfortable hostel could only cost you no more than 100 bucks :''''') 

Okay then, let's begin!!!

On the first day of our trip, we decided to stroll around the very touristy neighborhood in Seoul; Bukchon Hanok Village, Gyeongbokgung Palace, Gwanghwamun Square which are very close to each other. (Just get off at Anguk Station and you can reach all of them through walking! Not only healthy, you'll burn a lot of fat by walking a lot!)

But, the confusing thing is because I came at the end of Spring when I could still see the blooming trees and pretty cherryblossoms, also when the wind blew off it was still cold and when the night came the temperature suddenly hit around 10-12 degree, but in the middle of the day it was so bright, sunny and frustating as hell. 

I loved it there in Bukchon, everything was well-placed and so approachable, but please everyone don't be like me. Once you get out Anguk Station, please just go toward the information centre to ask where is that mainstream spot in EXO Showtime because Bukchon is completely a huge huge area!

Bukchon has so many famous viewing point which I didn't know before so we spent around an hour for nothing and after we asked to the tourist information, also got ourselves a map we finally found this pretty spot! I'm glad we didn't give up to find this.

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After taking way too many pictures, we headed off to Gyeongbokgung and again, karena kami penuh kesotoyan we spent another hour for nothing because we were just strolling around looking for the main gate toward the Palace. I swear, komplek Gyeongbokgung sangat sangat besar dan sedikit membingungkan, dan waktu itu panassss banget jadi sedikit bete.

Admission ticket for Gyeongbokgung: 3000 KRW.

Don't be fooled, but Gwanghwamun Square is just across the gigantic gate of Gyeongbokgung! Just walk straight from the gate and you'll find the golden statue who actually King Se Jong who (if I'm not mistaken) created Korean Alphabets/Hangul.

I was so happy looking at this statue because it reminded me of EXO hahaha

Local basement restaurant. I love blending in with the local.

Our first Korean Lunch in Korea must be a Bimbimbap! I swear the sauce was so! good!

Finishing with the top three mainstream destinations, we hopped on the metro again and this time for the holy magnificent, amazing, out of everyone's mindd, beyond the imagination and super mega futuristic building THE Dongdaemun Design Plaze. Holy shit I was so in an awe I can't stop shivering. But, super too bad, since this wasn't a solo trip, ini bukan solo-traveling, I just couldn't spend hours there taking pictures and swearing about how magical the building is. I promise I'll be back soon and gotta spend the whole day exploring DDP.

RIP Zaha Hadid, you incredible human.

Spent another hours enjoying the view of DDP and the LED roses festival and there were nothing better than that. It's been always my dream. Just sitting around, with such a nice view while the breezy wind blows, and that time there were so many kyeopta Korean kids and we even took a selfie with the cute little gentleman there!

 

At around 7 PM, when it's really getting darker, DDP looked so much prettier at night. I couldn't believe how cozy and pretty Seoul is. I wish I could stay longer. For a month, maybe.

DDP at night before my camera died.

So, after that, since our guesthouse was close to Hongdae, we decided to take a look and to prove how cool Hongdae is at night. And yes, even when we were just arrived at the Hongik Univ Station, everyone looked different! LOL they were all young souls who dressed up so well too! Not like full of make-up, accesories and weird clothes like we see on Korean boybands, but they were more like models with simple yet cool outfit and nice hair. I wish Indonesian guys dress up like them. 

Hongdae has endless and endless of independent stores which I liked a lot and I kind of regret not coming back there again when it brights. Here also I got a pink coat I've been craving for two years which everyone always said to me, "Lucu banget coatnya!" in such an affordable price. There were so so so many clothes they sell which are so-so-so-my-style, but I just couldn't spend every cents on clothes. Yes, Next! Time! Please!