Mr. Muscle Shirt is defiling a holy place. You have nothing to lose but isolation. In Bali, my husband perhaps went a bit overboard with the skirt and skull cap. Balinese men and women strolling by us in their own wrap skirts and caps giggled as they beheld the striped golf shirt, high-top sneakers and clunky camera gear that made up the rest of his attire. When I went undercover in an inexpensive scarf purchased from a street vendor, the staring stopped and I could stroll in peace.
Face painting is part of dressing up for a summer festival in Papua New Guinea.
In Mea Shearim, the Orthodox heart of Jerusalem, my long black skirt, long-sleeve shirt and somber babushka had a double advantage. Pay a visit to the nearest open market. There's no time a country's residents are more welcoming than when they are in the midst of celebration. We welcome your feedback. All rights reserved.