There are days when I am out riding my bike, get overtaken by a big truck where two young Chinese boys are hanging out of the window, yelling: ‘HELLOOOOOOOOOO!’, and I just smile, and wave back.
But then there are days when I pass by ayis that out with their grandchildren, and notice that the ayi is pointing at me, telling the kid: “Look, look at the big laowai! Look at the her big nose!,” and feel like yelling: ‘Stop talking about me like that! I’m not a ZOO animal!’
These feelings are totally dependent on my mood of the day. What I can find cute one day can suddenly become unbearable on another day.
It has crossed my mind to dye my hair dark, just so that I would fit in a bit better. However, seeing that I’ve always been blonde, I figured it would be quite a big change, so I decided to start off by getting myself a wig (for bad days only!).
At first at the wig store, none of the young, cute Chinese girls understood why I wanted to hide my ‘yellow mane’ under a wig. After having explained my reasons, however, they all nodded and made a real effort to fit me into one of their wigs, even combing my new, dark, Pocahontas mane for me.
As we all can tell, however, a wig is never going to be an option.
Gotta give them credit for their effort...
A bit like the scary girl in 'the ring', right?
Not a short one either!
But it was fun to try!