Now when a group of us hang out, it's like a hay-day for the Chinese. Jack pot! We become our own little zoo of foreigners. And doesn't it make sense that people would want to take pictures with the animals?
Today in the park...well, I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves.
|We think they wanted us in the background.|
I happened to make eye contact with the guy in the white shirt and he assumed it meant, "Hey, come on over and take a million pictures OF us...and then a whole bunch more WITH us."
|This is like picture #8 with the wedding photographer.|
|He wanted me to take a picture of him taking our picture.|
|And now in some crazy reality, we're friends.|
We're a little concerned that our faces may end up on some billboard or wedding advertisement. That's actually happened to a few of our friends in another city. Oh, the mortification!
|Tha Gang (Our OWN picture)|
|Worth a thousand words...|