When I arrived at the taxi stop Wednesday morning, I had someone come up beside me and start (or attempt) to talk to me in English while walking with me. He introduced himself as George, and all I really understood from him was that he was sick and was interested in America. He started to follow me to the orphanage, so I stopped prior to making a right turn toward it. George asked for my number, and I told him I didn’t have a telephone. He then asked me for my address, and I told him that I didn’t know it and was only aware of my taxi stop. George asked what I was doing this weekend, and I told him that I was going to the beach with my host family. George was very persistent at wanting to see me this coming weekend, and then hands over his telephone number and e-mail address for me. All the time he was talking to me, I was thinking, “Yeah, you’re sick alright, freakshow.” George finally left after my “promising” to e-mail him, and I stood where we had talked for a bit just to make sure that the “freakshow” didn’t follow me or do anything stupid.
Wednesday afternoon, when I pulled my camera out of my backpack, you would’ve thought I was giving away free candy as quickly as the children swarmed around me. They immediately began to pose for me, so they weren’t shy at all. I made sure to get an individual shot of each child so as not to be unfair or show favoritism.
On the way home from the orphanage, I ended up having to take a second taxi. He started small talk, which I’m used to by now, and then asked me for my phone number. Go figure.
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