So I’m standing over one of the Venetian’s canals in Macau, trying to read a map of the place, MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, when I feel a tap on my shoulder.
I see an Asian man pointing at his camera. A large group is around him, staring at me.
I assume I’m in the way of his shot so I start to move.
No, he points at his camera.
Oh, you want me to take the group’s picture? I start to reach for the camera…
No No! He wants to take a picture with me….
Yes, that is how I became an instant celebrity Sunday at the Venetian in Macau. For a solid 5 minutes, I posed with a group of Asian tourists. I could not ask them where they were from, because they did not speak ANY English.
But the only word I can use to describe them was “giddy”.
Like they found a white unicorn….
I had flashbacks to Cambodia. Surreal is how I would describe the whole scene. I know people passing by must have been like,
“Who is this guy?”
“I thought Kobe Bryant would be taller.”
The whole mob scene made my day.
When I tried to explain I was from the US, they didn’t seem to understand that either. They were just excited to see me.
I’ve heard of this phenomenon from other travelers I’ve met, black, white and otherwise. They will be someplace remote and the locals will come up to them and ask for a picture…of them or with them. I would not exactly call Macau “remote” though. It’s trippy but exciting.
They thanked me profusely and shook my hand when they were done and then they disappeared into the crowd at the Venetian. Maybe I’ll run into their pictures on one of their blogs someday.