That's me!
(and my Italian flatmate)
This happened when we passed a group of 6 girls coming back from school. Both of us were walking pretty fast, with hair flying at the back. This turned out to be very entertaining to this group of young girls, who walked for a long time behind us taking turns touching our hair and feeling the flow in the wind. It was incredible. All of us were walking fast, laughing hard, we at the absurdity of this situation and they at the absurdity of our hair. Finally my flatmate controlled the situation by pulling some of her hair and giving them to the group.
Earlier when I talked about not igniting curiosity by being a muzungu (foreigner) here, I did not include the kids, who love us. They shake hands to say hello, don't let go and keep walking with you. I have of course experienced such a thing before, but nothing like a kid far away shouting at the top of his voice 'MUZUNGUUUUU' and gathering a bunch of other kids who then follow you around. Everyday, in the same street outside my house, and everywhere else. Pretty awesome.
(and my Italian flatmate)
This happened when we passed a group of 6 girls coming back from school. Both of us were walking pretty fast, with hair flying at the back. This turned out to be very entertaining to this group of young girls, who walked for a long time behind us taking turns touching our hair and feeling the flow in the wind. It was incredible. All of us were walking fast, laughing hard, we at the absurdity of this situation and they at the absurdity of our hair. Finally my flatmate controlled the situation by pulling some of her hair and giving them to the group.
Before they found our hair
Hellooo, never let gooo!
MUZUNGUUUUU