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October 15, 2008

Handsome boy!

Walking around with Hugh today was like walking around with a celebrity. During our tour of the area with the boys we met yesterday, we happened to cross paths with lots and lots of high schoolers on some sort of field trip. Every time we passed a group of girls they would stare at Hugh, giggle, squeal, and then try and take his picture. When we passed guys, they would shout “hello!” though one group went, “Oooh! Handsome boy!”

At one point, one girl even came up to us and asked if she could take a picture with us. She politely waited while she took a picture with me, then with Hugh. I’m pretty sure she promptly deleted the picture with me.

One of the funnier things that happened was I was walking with the group of guys from HK who we were touring with, when these three girls spotted Hugh. I watched them try and shove the prettiest girl towards hi whispering things I imagine were like, “say hello to him!” and stuff, but she did nothing as they passed by. As we walked by, Hugh grabbed my hand and I heard them squeal “NooooO!” LOL, high school girls.

It’s funny, but even funnier because it kind of weirds Hugh out. I know lots of expat guys who love the attention and use it to their advantage (and sleep with tons of girls), I also know more expat guys who thought it was a little weird and annoying to be treated like a zoo animal. Hugh seems to take it in stride by doing things like scratching his nose (and blocking his face) nonchalantly when people try and take his picture. I mean, it’s all fun and games when the cute high school girls do it, but it’s annoying when the old man gets in your face and tries to take a picture of you eating, right? Same shit, different name.

October 14, 2008

Kenting

We arrived in Kenting, Taiwan’s beach heaven. Kenting Village is set in this large national park and the town is pretty cute, though at the moment absolutely packed with high schoolers on school trips. We’ve been eating nothing but Thai food, but that wasn’t our choice necessarily–every other restaurant is a Thai restaurant (that plays reggae music, naturally.) Every Asian beach town I’ve been in is little Thailand.

We arrived in Kenting without a hotel booked, the first time I’ve ever done that (I’m too anal-retentive.) We followed a group of young college guys off the bus to their hotel and then negotiated the price down 25% and landed ourselves a pretty awesome room. Definitely nicer than anything I was expecting in an overpriced resort area. However, our good mood quickly faded when we found out none of the thousands of motor-scooter places would rent to anyone without a Taiwanese driver’s license. Back at the hotel, we tried to talk to the staff about how we could get around, when one of the boy’s who followed said, “We are going there tomorrow, would you like to come?”

Turns out they had rented a van and a driver and two more people would have knocked the price down, so now I’ve done another “backpacker” thing I’ve never done–attatched myself to a random group of people. =P