Annoyance with the French or maybe the world, or just myself?

I feel like I have faced both directly and indirectly, more racism, or ethnical stigmatization, than ever before in my life, right here in the lovely French Riviera. Oh, I can say so much about the French, but I’ll try to just be even more general and wander out loud whether humans have just lost their bloody minds or if I’m just being too sensitive and/or politically correct.

Well, here it goes…errr!!! Of course, the prize for the least favored ethnic group that I know of goes to the Africans, particularly those from the Arabic reaches in the North. I’ve gotten a good taste of the stereotyping and social ostracization since my closest friend here is from Algeria and he constantly faces boundaries in finding work, crossing borders and simply meeting people outside his own ethnic circle, since, quite frankly they are considered a dishonest, sniveling group of sub-humans that most people avoid socializing with. I wondered at this so many times when I used to visit Shisha cafes with my friend in Chartres and realized I was the only non-Arab in the place ever. But, it didn’t matter, because we had one important thing in common and that was that no matter how friendly or sincere souls we were, our neighbors would never give us the time of day — Quelle heure est-il?..silence! — the same, literally and figuratively.

Now, for the Asian question. I’ve witnessed both discrimination and reverse discrimination. A good friend and classmate had bed bugs in his room and was bitten endlessly for two months. When he reported the problem they merely said he had brought it with him from China – “We are always having problems with you asian people, the manager quipped – and he had to endure it until now. There seems to be an air of mistrust and uneasiness in the way our kind hosts look towards these far east strangers.

Now, I’m not saying there is outright racism, but there is certainly an air of avoidance and a stick- to-your-own-kind mentality that in my opinion is unsurpassed anywhere in the world. Now, on the other hand Asians, who make up the vast majority in my major of study, receive lofty praise from our English teacher, who is regrettably American born, but Asian proud. She spent a good amount of time in China and speaks Chinese the majority of time in class, and repeatedly bashes any way of behaving which is explicitly “Western.” Those few of us from Europe and North America have to work extra hard to steal crumbs of  praise.

In the past weeks I have almost forgotten that I am even a simple person at all as our program centers on the idiosyncracies and customs that lie within strict cultural boundaries, I feel almost bounded and shackled to my country, which isn’t even my country at all. My “Americanism” is denied and my “Europeanism” is contested and my lack of “Asianism” is lamented. I don’t know if this concept truly exists, but can’t we all just be equal, damn it?? And can’t we just all get along despite the territory we were born and reared in. Oh, what is this world coming to…a march of progress or just around the rusty spiral to the same place we’ve been returning to cycle after cycle leading man to the same tired old historical conflicts, the same mutterings and laws and precepts which will only be reversed as time repeats itself all over again. We really don’t know anything anyway and everything we do know will be erased with time and we will have to relearn it again, like studying in France over and over again only to learn the same things that are to be forgotten once more.

Laos Trip

Laos is an amazing country. I have to say I agree with the travellers who say they prefer it to Thailand. It had so many rivers, which I discovered is one of my hidden joys, as I floated down the river in a homemade bamboo raft, with the help of my boyfriend; It has great food, less spicy and more sweet and salty flavoured curries; and it is communist! No, that’s not really a reason, but somehow there is more of a renegade atmosphere there, a little less conformist and more traditional. And certainly less westernized. I came to the East to escape the West so I don’t want the burger kings and the 7-elevens and minivans stalking me!

Anyway, I went to Vang Vieng (the inner-tubing capital) and Vientiane (the capital). I also can’t forget to mention that the food and drinks were superb. We found this little local spot that served free Lao Lao shots (hand made rice whisky) along with escargot, banana chips and sausages and sticky rice. It was the best welcome ever after an all-night bus trip. Beer Laos is also up there just beneath Belgian brew.

Into the Song River

Into the Song River

Vang Vieng took my breath away with its limestone cliffs and its clean accessible river. I decided I want to buy a little peice of property right there on the banks. But, alas I realized I’d never be fully accepted as a southeast asian so I’m going to have to find a place identical to it in Spain. Here’s a pic of some bloke jumping off one of the bazillion bamboo ledges outside the makeshift bars of Laos. Pure Paradise. Note: I turned a blind eye to the expanding flocks of package tourists and endulged in the wonders of nature.