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I Am A Marvel

Interaction #3

But my favourite episode happened early on in our travels.

Picture this: Two women are strolling around Rotorua Lake contentedly lapping at the double ice-cream cones they have recently purchased. Ahead of them is a group of three Asian men (from Korea, China, Japan or somewhere like that). They are busy engaged in taking repeated photographs of themselves from various points in front of the lake.

As our intrepid duo draw level, one of the men looks up and stares because one of them was black! (One of them is always inevitably said to be black; but in this case, it happens to be true). He then flags down our heroes and through the universal language of mime, asks that we take a photo of them together: all three in front of the lake in contrast to the previous shots of their individually-modelled stances.

We oblige and then make to pass and continue.

There is a hurried exchange in a language I can’t understand, write or read and then the taller of the men steps forward respectfully and asks in broken English (and yet more mime) if it would be OK to have a photo with us.

We agree, and his friend promptly hands Auburn the camera! Guess they get a lot of tall, pale, auburn-haired women with freckles in The Orient then ;-).

Before I know it, I am surrounded by bobbing, excited forty-year-olds whom I’ve only just met and am wondering how they’re gonna explain me to their nearest and dearest when they finally get home and have the pictures developed.


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Me & my little friend:
P.S.: I am the one on the right.

So we take the photos: quite a number of them – to ensure that I come out or something – and I’m trying real hard not to drip my boysenberry ice-cream over my shoes.

We say our goodbyes (More bobbing, demonstrate more expressive mime skills), start walking and marvel at how life is made up of such wonderful and touching moments: only to look back to see that a small argument has broken out amongst our Asian friends.

There is a quick exchange followed by some shrugging; followed by the little one running over and handing HIS camera to Auburn (touché!).

We repeat the above – this time with Auburn and me trying to hide our laughter and amusement for fear of causing offence.
Only one more page to go.

19 thoughts on “I Am A Marvel

  1. I like this post. When I went on holiday to Fiji, my friends and I rented a car and drove half way round the island and stopped in at a school (I don’t remember why. I don’t think it’s a normal tourist thing to stop at schools!) which was full of little Indian children. I don’t think they had ever seen white people before, the way they were hiding from us and creeping out, looking ever so curious. Fiji is full of dark skinned, fuzzy haired Fijian folk, and Indians (from India, not North America). It was just an awesome experience. We even drew a map of Australia on the board to illustrate where we were from.

    1. Nice one, strawbs. I love it when you meet people and your very existence challenges what they understand about people. This sounds like it was a lot of fun. And now you too an amazing story that people are sharing!

      1. 🙂 Do you have any holidays planned for the near future? I would still love to hear about your most recent little getaway. Hubby and I are going to Brisbane for a wedding in October and have booked flights, accommodation and hire car. I can’t bloody wait! lol

      2. Nice one. I love Brisbane – there’s just something about it.

        Auburn and I have talked about trying to do a holiday later this year. If the health will allow for travel, I’m definitely up for giving it a go.

        I am almost finished writing up about my trip to Siena, Will hopefully be published in the next week(ish), so keep an eye out.

      3. I can’t wait to read about it. I am delighted that you and Auburn are planning another trip and I hope your health holds up for it!!!! Where are you considering?

  2. Great post – beautifully written and witty and true to the Daily Post challenge. I was riveted and couldn’t wait to “turn” the page to find out what happened next – exactly the purpose of the challenge 🙂

    1. Thank you, draliman. I am glad that you enjoyed the post as I enjoyed writing it. And thanks to the writing challenge, I now have a new trick to play with.

  3. I am a slow but fantastic old lady new to the Internet and hoping to become a friend of yours. Your sense of humor and strength are amazing! Personally, I am more of bitcher and complainer but it doesn’t do any good so I pretend to be sort of nice. Usually. You are a bright light even to the complainers. Thank you. Midwest Gramma.

    1. Dear Midwest Gramma (Is it OK if I call you this? I really like the word ‘Gramma’),

      Thank you so much for your kind comments. I bitch and complain when I need to too. I just find that laughing through my experiences wherever possible works better for me. I roar when things get too much – both literally and through my words, but that laughter – with myself and others – adds a layer of relief and refreshment that is hard to beat.

      What can I say? I am a stubborn one. As far as I’m concerned, I ain’t dead yet and so what I demand is LIFE! Mere existence is not enough.

      I look forward to getting to know a ‘slow but fantastic old lady’ as she sounds interesting to know.

      Keep in touch,


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