The last time I felt my skin sting under the weight of such ogling eyes, I was walking through Koh Samui burnt three shades of black by the tremendous Thai sun while juggling a sandy bundle of beach towel, Junot Diaz and coconut in my sticky paws.
Most Thai people stare because they think you kind of look like Rihanna.
I know this because a Thai guy has literally followed my sister down the street singing “Under my umbrella, ella ella ey!” before taking in my mop of beach curled blondish extensions and yelling “Shakira!”