You all look the same to me...

I've been to an elementary school today - not one of my most frequently visited, but one I've seen enough times to recognise most of the staff. This familiarity isn't totally reciprocated.

This morning, I was mistaken for the ALT who visited the school yesterday - a bespectacled gentleman with blonde hair who goes by the name of Andy. We're hardly separated at birth.

This has happened many times. John is a well built fellow with very little hair. His own students (at the Junior High level) thought I was he, presumably wearing some sort of toupee, when I happened to walk past their school. Most bafflingly, I have been mistaken for Erik - an indeterminate weight of muscle and drive with a near fluent command of Japanese...not attributes I can stake a claim to.

To be honest though, I find it nigh on impossible to distinguish Chinese from Japanese (until they start speaking that is); a short-coming that would touch a nationalistic nerve on both sides of the faux pas.