Laura and me: definitely not sisters

I’ve lost track of how many Colombians have asked if Laura is my sister. It was particularly bad when we went to rural Cajamarca, but it happens here in Medellin too. I guess it’s because we’re both sort of pale. We don’t even have the same colour eyes or hair. I can’t imagine anyone at home ever assuming we are sisters.

It’s not just with Laura either. When I was out the other night a man kept on asking if my friend was my brother. I told him no. Then I told him again. And again. And finally I just agreed that he was indeed my brother.

Picture drawn 29/03/13