I Am Not An Australian
I went out this morning to take some pictures of the beach and sea. I also bought some groceries to make myself a light lunch at the apartment. On my way back I was stopped by a couple of British men who wanted directions to somewhere. One of them had pointed at me and said, “There’s a native we can ask”. I smiled and told them I’d only been here one day and that I couldn’t help.
I assume that they thought I was native because I wasn’t wearing beach wear and I was carrying groceries. But really I don’t look like the Australians in Manly. The thing that sets me apart is my white skin. I am so pale. This is a beach resort where the streets are full of people dressed for water sports or a day in the sun. Their skin is either red from sunburn or a golden brown colour. I look as if I have never been out in the sun. This is a look I will continue to have as I wear sunblock when I go outside.
That last time this happened I was in Tallinn, Estonia. Maybe all the travelling I have done has taught me how to look as if I belong somewhere. If only I could find a way to look more Japanese…