It felt like I had walked into a western movie. It was about 9:00pm. Dusty, dirty roads with shallow lighting, people staring at me – staring more than I had ever felt before in my entire life. These weren’t just stolen glances, they were sets of eyes fixed on me. We kept wandering, looking for a place to eat and ventured into a huge dual-level restaurant. As I walked through the door, every single pair of eyes in the restaurant locked onto me, locked onto the Gweilo. It was very intimidating. We were ushered upstairs away from the crowd, as each pair of eyeballs followed my every step. I counted them. 200 eyeballs were staring, fixated on the freak that just walked into the restaurant and up the stairs. I immediately ordered (through Shuk) a Tsing Tao beer. “Make it a big one, and tell them to get the second one ready. Have the third one on standby...”