A weekly ode to the joys of moaning about your holiday.
If she hadn't been on automatic pilot and looking down when she said it, it would've felt like pretty much the greatest compliment you could give me. "Any skin whitening lotion for you?" As a fair-skinned chap with a lifelong complex about not being as tanned as others, the notion I was brown enough that I might want to dial things back a shade or two was flattering (not to mention unprecedented).
This was in Hong Kong a few years ago and I was picking up some deodorant at a pharmacy where checkout staff were obviously instructed to get customers buying skin-whitening lotion in addition to whatever else they were purchasing. Like New Zealand petrol stations where the attendant might throw in, "Can I interest you in two chocolate bars for just $3?", there was a basket of the whitening tubes sitting by the till.
"No, I'll be fine thanks". No eye contact was made and I made my way out the door. I'd been backpacking in Southeast Asia for a couple of months before reaching Hong Kong so I was at my tan maximum — but we're not exactly talking Barry Gibb in Miami circa 1978.
So no, I wasn't in the market for any skin whitening products. But being in Asia for an extended period had not only exposed me to a lot of sun, but also to the differing attitudes people have towards it. The juxtaposition is well known: sunburnt tourists of a European persuasion trying desperately to tan their skin in the tropical heat versus the people who were born there doing everything they can to avoid it.