I know I´ve been here a while for several reasons. One, which hits me in the face like a lightning bolt both morning and night is that I´ve run out of toothpaste. It isn´t one of those little tubes either, it´s a bumper one, that claims to brighten, freshen and presumably stand on it´s head and do a little dance whilst it´s at it. Going through a whole tube of toothpaste is no mean feat, it takes several months of minty fresh breath and the murder of a lot of plaque to achieve. So now I´m down to the point where I´m rolling up the tube to get the last little squirts out. After that game´s over I suppose I´ll have to give in and buy a new one. It will probably still be Colgate, that´s not a problem, but it will tell me all about it´s wonderful properties in a language that is not my first.
I think I find my English products sort of comforting, like little reminders of that lovely green island. But these days I am no longer moisturised by a raspberry Body Shop explosion, nor do I have Lushious Long Aussie hair. As each product runs out, I almost feel further away from home. And it´s not just these products, or lack of products that make me think I´ve been here a while, there are other, less obvious signs.
I no longer have to wander aimlessly till I find where I am going. I know which are the good places to eat at and which give you food poisoning (though every now and then I am caught out with somewhere new and have to reaquaint myself with the toilet for a few days). I know and understand the local transport system, the routes and their costs. I exchange pleasantries with the cholita in my local shop and even know the name of her daughter.
I´ve even started shortening ¨buenos dias/tardes/noches¨ to simply ¨buenos¨, and ¨por favor¨ to ¨por fa¨. I´m clearly getting lazy.
Despite this, I can´t escape the fact that I´m English, and still stand out like a sore thumb. I get stared at a lot here, especially if I wear a skirt above the knee. The culture here is quite reserved, more so than in the rest of Bolivia and most girls wear trousers, while cholitas wear long skirts. I´m pretty sure knees are a novelty here and perhaps that´s why I attract wolf whistles, wows and just plain stares. It´s not just the men either, it´s women, children and their grandparents.
One thing I´ve noticed about here is that people are very jealous. They don`t seem to like it when you have things they don`t and in terms of relationships, men and women seem to get very jealous.
I´m not sure if the women stare at me out of jealousy. It´s true that a lot of Latina women want a gringo man, so perhaps that´s the case when I´m with Gary or another potential-boyfriend gringo.
Another thing I´ve noticed about the women here is that they don´t have any hips. I can´t fit into most trousers here because of this, the women just seem to go straight up and down like ironing boards. I have reason to believe they may be jealous of this, a few people have commented on it, and a girl I know once asked me where I got my hips from and said she was jealous. Also, the reason the cholitas wear so many petticoats here is to give the illusion of hips. So it´s possible that explains the stares.
I also have another feature that is rare here, and therefore perhaps stare-worthy, blue eyes. I´ve realised since travelling how different British people look to each other. An English person can be blonde, dark or light brown, red and various shades inbetween. All Bolivians have dark almost black hair and dark almost black eyes. It´s hard (or perhaps easy depending on which way you look at it) to describe a Bolivian…she´s short, with brown eyes and hair. It could be anyone. As I have none of these features, I guess that could explain the stares.
I think being English here is perhaps a little bit what it´s like to be a celebrity in England, without the paparazzi, twittering, and the adoption of African children. It´s more unusual than being American and the Americans are in general not liked here. For example they have to pay for a VISA to enter the country whereas other nationalities do not. The word gringo which was originally an offensive term, in fact refers to the Yanks. This is because they used to wear green coats, also I´m told the ¨go¨part means¨go away¨.
Aside from the stares and my new found celebrity status, it´s still true that I´ve been here a while. I mean as I said, I´ve run out of toothpaste, what more evidence does one need?! I can also think of another way I know I´ve been here a while, if someone tells me they´ll meet me at 1pm, I know that means 1pm Bolivian time, and I turn up at 1.30, often to find they´re not there.
Basically, even though I´m settled here I cannot escape the fact that I´m English, clearly, I don´t look Bolivian and also English habits appear to run deep. I still drink Earl Grey every day thanks to some generous suppliers back home, I drink said tea with milk, something which is unheard of here, and I have marmite sandwiches with my tea. I print off crosswords from the Guardian website and do them whilst savouring my English treats. I am still sarcastic as ever, another thing they don´t get here. Perhaps one thing that defines me most of all as English is my feelings, as much as I like it, I still find it a little odd that I am expected to kiss strangers on the cheek when I meet them. Sometimes it’s just not pleasant.