Dos and Don'ts

One of my favourite things to do while traveling is people watching. We are all so different throughout the world. What one person might find peculiar or funny, another may not. Certainly when it comes to fashion, I'm no expert. Though I've traded in jeans for khakis and cords, I still wear many t-shirts and don't think about what I'm going to wear on a given day until I get out of the shower. Also for most of my life, women (starting off with my mother and then girlfriends) have bought me clothes and dressed me (though not physically). Having said that, I thought I'd do my own little fashion Dos and Don'ts from our trip to Sri Lanka.

Up first is one of the coolest women we encountered. She was at an elephant orphanage in a village called Pinnewala. Besides the funky sari, she had these crazy big glasses, that looked straight out of some 70s B-movie. We followed her around and took many paparazzi style shots.






Now a comb-over would normally make the Don't list but this guy wore it with such confidence and bravado that I had to take a picture. This is how cool he looked after just waking up from an afternoon siesta. Imagine how good he looks when he actually puts some time and effort into it.

















Which brings us to the Don'ts. For a hairstyle that has been so widely and openly ridiculed as the mullet, what can I really say about it? This guy's mullet is perfect and the way he has his hands up in a 'hey, check this out' manner while chatting up the girl is even better. Lindsay zoomed in and snapped this little gem during breakfast one morning in a beach town called Hikkaduwa.










Last but not least. Perhaps, the most disturbing of them all. How one fashion (i.e. Speedo wearing) can become ten - no a hundred times - worse by simply adding a t-shirt is beyond me. This guy was casually having his lunch, reading the paper and sipping coffee one table away from me. I couldn't concentrate. I wasn't sure if I should find him funny or scary. Did he indeed have a Speedo on under that t-shirt? What, besides his bare ass, was also resting on that innocent wooden chair? A chair that I had been sitting on, myself, only a few hours prior? Thankfully I didn't see him again and since suffering through this traumatic experience, and despite photographic evidence, have pretended that it was all just a bad dream.

till next time,
Geoff