These two kids spotted me before I got on the bus and laughed uproariously.  Once I joined them on the bus, they giggled uncontrollably.  Half the bus chattered about how endlessly they were laughing at me.  When I took their picture, they laughed at me.  When I got off the bus, they laughed at me.  Somewhere in Chengdu, they are probably still laughing at me.

I’m told that such a reaction is a cultural thing: Uncomfortable?  Don’t know what you’re looking at?  Confused?  Never seen a tall, bald, white guy?  Laugh!  The solution to all these things!

I’m stared at everywhere I go here, but so far I’ve only been an inexhaustible comedy-fest for these two children.