My entire life, people have been trying to guess what race I am. It’s usually one of the first questions anyone asks me, from doctors to new coworkers to random people at the bar. This racial ambiguity can be both a blessing and a curse when I’m traveling by myself. In this post, I explore how the color of my skin influences the way I see (and travel) the world.
This has saved me when I had no internet access and kept me from losing my luggage (and it could actually save my life). Here’s my method for avoiding disaster overseas.