Arriving to Paris on a City Lockdown

Our trip to Paris was eventful the moment we arrived at Gare du Nord from London. Upon exiting the Eurostar train and making my first step into Paris, a dozen French police stopped two men before us; told them to put their hands on the back of the head and searched them. I remember the anger from the men, voices starting to raise and the growing crowd of onlookers.

What a shock of a welcome. Bienvenue à Paris!

We would later find out that just hours before our arrival, the Charlie Hebdo shooting had just happened. The city is on a manhunt as they pursue the gunmen responsible for the terrorist-driven shooting that left 12 people dead. What a time to come to the world’s most romantic city.

For the next few days, we would experience Paris like never before: military and police everywhere on the streets, no tourist crowd, and the attractions almost all to ourselves.

 eiffel tower winter

Whoa, wait–Paris without a crowd?!?

While that may sound far-fetched, we came to Paris on winter season heightened by the heinous act of terrorism. There was an odd sense of stillness in the air. Even going to the nearest supermarket was a little daunting.

Nonetheless, seeing the French police with their big guns on every block of the city made us feel safer. We can’t even see any police around our Sinulog festivals, so that was comforting to see.


Here’s a comparison of our Paris photos on January 2015 vs. fellow CAFA colleague Carla’s photos on May 2014. If you want to know more of Carla babe’s Euro trip adventures, you can visit her blog here.

If our photos really looked gloomy compared to Carla’s, that’s because it really was!
No crowd, no problem
The Hall of Mirrors





It’s amazing how the French uphold in what they believe in so much. ‘Liberté, égalité, fraternité’ – freedom of speech & freedom of the press. Throughout our trip, we would randomly walk into peace rallies held by people of all religions on the streets.

On our fourth day in Paris, Ejay and I along with a friend showed our support and attended the anti-terror rally in Place de la République, among the city’s busiest squares. An estimated 4 million people congregated in one place. Some were already climbing on to the trees and statues.

“Charlie, charlie, charlie”, the crowd chanted in unison. People were waving French flags, with placards, posters and banners in French, English, Hebrew and Arabic. They waved pens and pencils in the air, all the while singing ‘La Marseillaise’. It was mesmerizing.

Here are photos Ejay took of the said event:

I wonder how despite having such a large crowd, they could still remain orderly. No pushing or shoving or violating of personal space. Personal space means a lot to me.

‘The French are not afraid to speak.‘ What can you expect from the descendants of the French Revolution? They value their freedom of speech so much, and instill those values to the young to not be afraid to say what they think. In the rally, the parents brought their children (some as young as 3) to join in the chanting and sharing of experiences. ‘They are just as passionate for their freedom as they are with their french kissing’, I joked.

Speaking of....
Speaking of….

It felt good to be able to take part in such a historical event. The rally is said to have had the largest gathering in France (with 4 million people) since the nation’s liberation in 1944… Until of course, the following week we saw on the international news that a mass was held in Rizal Park, Manila, Philippines with Pope Francis and 7 million Filipinos. Kaning pinoy, di jud papildi. hehehe

I’ll talk more about Paris on my future posts and how we were able to travel there in less than P50,000 for five days (without missing the most important spots) Watch out for that soon!

10 Moments of Culture Shock in Europe as a Filipino Traveler

Traveling to an unfamiliar place is always full of surprises. Traveling takes you out of your comfort zone and urges you to leap unto the unknown. That’s why traveling can be so liberating and beautiful. Seeing the world gives you a whole change of perspective. The customs and beliefs you’ve learned since you were young suddenly get challenged when in a strange and new place. venice-italy-gondola-europe-ride Europe has always been a place of wonder and romance for me–a place from dreams of a little child. I thought I’ve read enough books seen enough Downton Abbey to prepare myself on what Europe is like. But, just like marriage, you can never be fully prepared for what’s to come. Here are 10 moments of culture shock you’ll likely experience as a Filipino traveler!

1.  Sparkling Water

The first culture shock I experienced was in Venice after a long-haul flight & three stopovers from the Philippines. Thirsty and famished, my family and I found the first restaurant we could find in Venice. I ordered one bottle of water, and when it arrived I drank it up immediately, only to spit it out in shock because it tasted like gas.

People, why do you drink this.

In Europe, they serve two types of water but Filipinos are only used to drinking the still water kind.In some other areas, they serve two types of iced tea too–the still and carbonated kind. So be specific if you want your drinks without the bubbles.

2. You have to do a lot of walking.

You’ll get to do a lot of walking. A lot. One time, Ejay told me we were going to visit a friend’s place and not to worry because ‘it’s just a five-minute walk away’. To me, a ‘five-minute walk’ meant walking to the next block. To Europeans, it means a 1-km walk. I didn’t wear enough layers during that walk and was not happy freezing to death–so you’d understand the numerous revenge plots on Ejay in my head at the time.

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Lovely view, but it’s been a long day!

The Philippines does not have the ideal setting to nurture the walking or commuting culture. Don’t ask me why, but it’s probably due to a combination of climate, politics, urban planning and discipline (or lack thereof). We grew up in a car-priority society. To get from point A to point B, we mostly ride the jeepney or taxi, we drive our cars (and get our licenses without taking any driver’s test). The option to walk is very limited in the Philippines, mainly because our cities are built to discourage walking. There are no safe place for pedestrians on the road, and walkers have to run for their lives even when walking on pedestrian lanes. Doctors say that walking is good for the heart, but how can we eliminate the risk of dying every time– either by getting run over or developing a pollution-causing terminal illness?

3. Sorry, we’re closing.

While in Europe, I’ve been refused by shops a number of times because they were going to close in a few minutes. I was appalled at first (the businessman in me wanted to scream: but don’t you want my money?!?!). 

We are so used to the 24-hour convenience of Asia that the idea early closing times is distressing. What if I crave for 7-Eleven ice cream or Korean instant noodles in the middle of the night? What if I suddenly want to work out at Citigym Waterfront because I feel fat at 3am? In Cebu, many shops, restaurants and even gyms are open 24/7. In Europe, shops close early at around 5pm-7pm.

Many shops close on Sundays and holidays (museums close on Mondays, by the way). On some occasions, you will find your favorite store suddenly closed for the whole summer because the storekeeper is on vacation. Or closed for winter because no one really wants to work on winter. Did I mention that they don’t have 24 hour drive-thru? Nor a pizza delivery service? Tsk.

Well, that’s a shame.

4. Don’t they feel just a little bit claustrophobic?

For such tall people, the Europeans seem to like everything tiny and cramped. All over Europe everything feels like it’s specifically Asian-tailored–their hotel rooms, wardrobes, toilets, cars… While I don’t mind, being Asian and all. But I wonder, If I’m a six-foot-tall European, I would probably feel just a little claustrophobic.

Tiny alleys in Mykonos, Greece
Tiny alleys in Mykonos, Greece

I wish Europeans would better take care of their cars though. Drivers would bump on to other people’s cars just to squeeze in a tiny parking space. But just as one Italian friend put it: ‘what’s the use of the bumper but to bump on it?’

5. Thinking about Clothes.

Dressing in the Philippines is relatively easy. You put on a shirt, shorts or jeans, snickers (slippers if you’re feeling more casual), and you’re good to go. Some people choose to suffer for fashion and put on boots and suits in this sweltering 30-degree weather. Dressing up in a place with four seasons is fun at first. Later on, it gets tedious. Dressing up takes at least 30 minutes for me on winter. I hate the fact that I have to wear five layers of clothing–and make sure all the clothes match together. I hate the fact that it adds 5kg to my weight. I hate that I couldn’t look cute if I wanted to. Nor the fact that clothes and shoes I got for UK would be impossible for me to use when I’m back in the Philippines.

Four Layers and we still try to look cute.
Four Layers and we still try to look cute.

5.1 And the lack thereof.

I’ve seen a lot foreigners in Philippine beaches and it’s easy to tell which one’s American and which one’s European–their swimwear. Americans settle for the long swim shorts that Filipinos wear too. Again, Europeans seem to like everything teeny-weeny. (If I were male, I’d probably feel claustrophobic inside those Speedos too)

To illustrate my point…

Nude beaches are all the range in Europe. They are laissez-faire when it comes to public display of personal goods. However,  if you’re a little squeamish about nudity, do research on which beaches are ‘family-friendly’. All other beaches that aren’t family-friendly will most probably give you some degrees of a good boob show. I’ve been to a cruise ship in the Mediterranean Sea and have seen women go topless by the pool or on beaches in Greece. I have no problem with that but… based on my experience, most women who don’t go topless, should. Most women who go topless–really shouldn’t. I’m talking about you, Grandma.

6. Feels like you’re back in the past

It still amazes me how people in Europe still prefer to read a book in the subway, or sketch outdoors in the park, or actually talk to people and make actual eye contact. In cafes you’re forced to talk to your acquaintances because wi-fi is mostly not available (or horrible).

Sketching new ideas
Sketching new ideas

I remember coming back to Hong Kong from London and the moment I stepped out of the airport– each face is glued to their respective screens–and I’m suddenly reminded that I’m back in Asia. Technology hasn’t escaped Europe though, and you’ll find some people in their mobile phones. They aren’t as selfie-crazed. The kids still prefer to play in parks rather than stare down at tablets all the time.

I'm trying to take a selfie as subtle as possible or I might embarrass myself
I’m trying to take a selfie as subtle as possible because I don’t want to embarrass myself

7. Nothing costs like peanuts.

I remember exchanging my months’ worth of savings to euros–a thick wad of peso bills changed into five notes in the euro currency. Five notes–all my months’ salary worth and my confidence down the drain. Coming from a third world country, I can’t help but convert everything to local currency. Shopping in Europe means I would mentally convert it in peso and think really hard if I really need it. Who wouldn’t feel bad if a cup of nuts in the UK would be able to be feed you lunch and dinner in the Philippines?

Smile and pretend you didn’t regret buying this, Rachel…

8. PDA

Everywhere in Europe, especially Paris, I am forced to watch soft core porn–whether it’s on the romantic lock bridge by the river Seine or while queuing up for a crepe.

Even during the Je Suis Charlie rally.
Even during the Je Suis Charlie rally.

Yes, even during the Je Suis Charlie rally.

9. European smiles take a bit of effort.

Filipinos are generally cheerful– we love to laugh and smile. We give it openly and freely. We laugh when we’re happy, excited, embarrassed or even when we’re a little annoyed. In fact, even when I’m chatting with friends, if I don’t put a ‘hahaha’ at the end of every sentence they would think something’s wrong with me. That’s how we take our jovial attitude seriously.

Hence, the famous Mona Lisa smile.
Hence, the famous Mona Lisa smile.

Europeans look more stern and very serious. They keep a straight face when telling a joke. I thought at first that it probably hurts for them to move their zygomaticus major muscle. Or,maybe they have poor dental care. hehe. Kidding aside, Europeans aren’t really aloof or miserable, as is the common misconception– but they just don’t like to smile without reason. They are generally more reserved and somber compared to Americans or Filipinos.

10. The churches are empty.

I come from a country where it’s dominantly Catholic, people are very religious, and the church is still relatively powerful when it came to people’s and government’s decisions. Most Filipinos from middle to upper class studied in a Catholic institution where we were taught to memorize our prayers and observe religious practices strictly. Going to church every Sunday is part of every Filipino’s lives. So to get to Europe and to see all these beautiful churches and cathedrals–and to find their Sunday service almost empty–feels a bit weird. Most of Europe’s churches now work as museums for tourists to gawk at. While some churches still hold Sunday mass, attendees are sparse and few. Even the shoddiest chapel in a Philippine barangay get more attendees–and observers are willing to pack in like sardines just to observe mass.

Beautiful Florence Cathedral
Beautiful Florence Cathedral
Sunday Mass in Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris
Sunday Mass in Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris

What are your personal moments of culture shock while you’re in Europe, or Asia, or other parts of the world? Share your own experiences in the comment box and let me know!