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Surprise, last Sunday, returning from diving ... There is a crowd on the beach of Gapang, usually almost deserted.
"Hello, you, photo, OK? "
The people of Sabang, the village on the island of Weh, came for a picnic with family or friends.
Here, on this small island on the western tip of Sumatra, in Banda Aceh, the exotic is me. What is worth me to be politely solicited: "Hello, you, photo, OK? "
Understand : "Hello ma'am, can I take a picture of you please? " In general, I accept gladly.
The ladies tell me that I am "Beautiful" (I love 😀 ), the gentlemen pose proudly next to me. It's hilarious. Everybody wants my paper clip in their cell phone...
To be honest, I'm not surprised. In Perhentian, in Bali, in Sulawesi, I often agreed to have my portrait taken as well. In Rantepao, I remember having chained, in the street, a dozen express sessions, for a whole group of schoolgirls ... The fault cell phones with photo sensor, now spread everywhere.
So I play my role of exotic tourist and beautiful people with the big smile that goes well.
It amuses me and then it suits me. I can ask the people who approached me to ask for my goal. In general, they are delighted. I find myself with pretty pictures of groups ...
It's crazy, anyway, this immoderate taste for photos in Asia. It's a social thing, something that gets done, during the moments of relaxation ... Real paparazzi of the Sunday!
In short, nice atmosphere, late afternoon, at the edge of the water. Kids play and wade, regardless of the divers Lumba Lumba who, block on the back, head for the boat to moor for a new exit.
The women, often veiled, wisely contemplate the horizon, sitting in the sand, the men smoke their Gudang Garam with the perfume of clove in the shade of the trees.
Some Singaporean or Malaysian tourists are dipping in their beautiful neon orange life jackets.
And I, satisfied with my Sunday ride on the beach, I go back sipping a mango juice in the bouiboui attached to the dive center.