A couple of funny things that happens when we go out in places where westerners are few and far between. The first always starts…
Which country are you from?
There are always enough curious and sociable people to make walking two hundred meters (1/8 mile) take ages. It gives a practical example to furlongs per fortnight. Between conversations, people also ask us to pose for photos.
But the really strange thing is when random strangers come up to you and say
Take my photograph
I always thought that Charlotte was a ham, with the way that she loves to be photographes and poses. She is camera shy in comparison to these people. But still… who the heck are these people that I’ve got pictures of in my camera memory?