This is for instance what in Surabaya, not some remote backwater but the second city of Indonesia, walking the 10 minutes from my hotel to the Internet caf?was like: In the lobby of the hotel the people that are watching the telly there stare openly at me as I walk by, I exit the hotel past the becak drivers waiting for business "Hey missy, where you go", "Only 5,000 Rupees" "Here miss", past the stalls selling t-shirts "Hey hey" "Here, here" "Neng!" "What’s your name" (and more I can’t understand), I cross the street passing someone "Hello, where are you going", I walk past a shop "Hello, where you from?", past a nasi cart "Hello!", a bemo passes me "Psssst psssst!", an ojek (motorcycle for hire) with passenger on the back "Heeey ladeeeuh" (read this with Doppler effect), I pass the angkot stop "Purak Purak Purak Purak, hey missy!" (trying to get me on the angkot to Purak), over the walking bridge past the beggars pushing their hands in my face, past the becak drivers on the other side "Where you go, becak?" "missy" "missy" (‘mine?? ‘mine?? ‘mine?? like the seagulls in "Finding Nemo" I just saw in the cinema yesterday night), past the taxi stand "Missy, taxi to hotel?" and into the shop, pffft made it. Almost all of this attention is done good humoured and most of the time leaves me with a smile on my face but leaves me absolutely exhausted at the end of every day.