For a white person, walking through this place, where my mum grew up, is like being famous. School kids run to the gates, mothers hand over their children, girls giggle as they walk past and guys scream from their motorbikes: 'hi how are you?' or 'what's your name?'. It's a weird feeling, ok in a way, but just for a few weeks. While it's funny as a holiday experience I'm glad that random people don't walk up to me and want a picture taken when I'm at home...
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