Exhibit A - Bule

This guy actually asked for my photo. 

I'm sitting in a small empty restaurant by the side of the road in Purworejo, Indonesia, scoffing down my first proper meal of the day at around 15:00. The restaurant manager / cook sits at the other end of the room facing me, phone held up to her face, camera pointed in my direction.
They don't get many foreigners round these parts.

Click, click, click

I'm being photographed as I sit at the table eating my food.
Clearly a bule who has managed to make the journey of about 30km over the hills from Yogyakarta into this small town to eat Indonesian food is such a novelty that it necessitates taking at least half a dozen photographs and then walking over to show your mates.

There's really nothing out here to see or do, and the intercity train line skips this town entirely so I'm not surprised if I'm first bule this woman has interacted with.

It's not the first time this has happened. Usually they turn the sound off though.

It's like being a celebrity but it has an eerie 'big bearded freak' aspect to it and i'm unsure as to whether it's a good thing or a bag thing.

I take a sip of warm water and move out.

Remember that one time when I was a professor giving out endorsements.