HANOI, VIETNAM—JUNE 24, 2014—Five Vietnamese people asked me today to take my picture with them. I am in the airport lounge waiting to board my flight. My wife and I are watching for a couple of Canadian girls whom we met during our cruise on Halon Bay. They show up and we chat for a bit. Suddenly, a Vietnamese man takes me by the elbow and says something. He gestures to another bank of chairs where other Vietnamese are waiting for their flights. I am confused at first, but after a moment, I realize he wants to take a photo with me—as do three more of his fellow travelers. I oblige and smile nicely. Later, on the plane, a lady in our row took my photo. I would have liked to have seen the photos because I know I am huge next to the Vietnamese. This phenomenon continues to baffle me. I don’t know whether it’s my bald head, white goatee, size, or all of the above.
Joseph Koppi is a travel writer with over 40 years of writing and communications experience in both the media and corporate arenas. He currently treks the world, writing about his adventures in foreign lands and with the amazing people he encounters. Read More