Even in a city like Hanoi, where there are a tonne of expats and tourists, it is still weird to be white in this city.
I am very openly stared at everywhere I go, This morning I was strategizing about how to cross the street in crazy Hanoi traffic (all street rules are seen a suggestion only), when a middle-aged man on a motorcycle with two young girls somehow managed to negotiate his balance enough to actually point at me, laugh and say something as they slowly drove past. I hate to admit it, but things like this are starting to get on my nerves already.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.