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Brown Men Do Tan — The 2019 Tan Lines (From My Garmin).

by Anura Guruge


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Last year’s post. Read that IF you are interested as to my history of tanning and my adoptive mother.


We have had a LOT of sun in New Hampshire this year and I am spending more time out in it exercising. When I looked at last year’s post I was amazed to discover that that was taken a month later. I have a darker tan, already, this year.

This is all from my ‘Garmin MARQ Expedition’ I have been wearing 24×7 (bar time to charge it) since May 20 — other than 4-days earlier this month when I was evaluating the ‘Polar Ignite‘.

No, I do NOT wear sunblock. Never have and never plan to use. We, from Sri Lanka, don’t get skin cancer or sunburnt. Well we have to have some advantages for sporting this skin.

Though I still tell folks that I am so brown because of all the chocolate I ate (and that is true) I really haven’t eaten any chocolates in 6-years. So, this is ALL sun.

So, what are YOUR tan lines like? Better than these?

Yes, my skin, from the sun is dry and just yesterday I started lathering it in oil and creams.


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Brown Men Do Tan.

by Anura Guruge


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Prior to getting hopeless hooked on activity trackers, mainly Garmin, in June a year ago, I never wore anything on my wrist on a permanent basis. I never ran with a watch.

But, not so now. And this Summer I have had my Garmin Fenix 5 on my wrist thick-and-thin even when we were in Arizona. So, the tan lines are pretty obvious when I take off the Fenix 5 to dry it after I take a shower or go swimming.

My tan lines (and I also have some on my shoulders from my topless activities involving a backpack) amuse Teischan. She says: “teenage girls would kill to have that tan”.

I have always known that I tan.

My adoptive mother was obsessed as to the exact shade of my skin color. She hated it when I turned dark from the sun.

My mother, even by over normal coffee au lait standards, was dark and she did NOT like it. She wore thick, WHITE pancake makeup to make herself look ‘white’. Here is an example.

Well, luckily for I she never put makeup on me, though when I was little, per British style (and she was an anglophile), she had me in dresses.

This was also before SPF-40 (or any SPF) sun-block was in fashion. Otherwise she would have had me permanently covered in it. I don’t wear sun-block. I do not need it. I do NOT burn. The only time I was forced to wear it, for a couple of days, was in Hawaii. The sun did burn my back. Not badly, but just enough.

Anywho … Even when I was in my 30s, my mother never let go off her concern as to my skin color. The VERY FIRST words out of her mouth, each and every time we met, wherever it was in the world, would be either: “Oh! You have got darker” or “Good. You have got lighter“. I kid you not. Never, “good to see you” or “how are you”. It was always, without ever a fail: “Oh! You have got darker” or “Good. You have got lighter


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Migrant Farm Workers Back In Alton, NH — So It Must Be Mid-Summer in New England.

Anura Guruge, June 8, 2013.

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Migrant farm workers picking apples in Maine. Right?

I am not sure how many people realize that we have migrant farm workers in Alton, NH. Well we do, and I have seen them here ever since I moved to Alton in 2007.

I know that this is not considered traditional farm country, but, of course, we do have farms and they only produce in the Summer (into Fall).

I guess I tend to notice them more than most since they are the rare exception in Alton in terms of people darker (in skin tone) than me. These folks are from Caribbean or Central America though I heard that they are now based in Florida during the winter. I do not know their ‘status’ and I am not going to find out. I am also not going to divulge anything about where they are since I don’t want to get them into any kind of ‘trouble’. I watch them work. They are pretty diligent. One in particular, at least when I am watching, really does live up to that Southern adage of ‘working like a black. Given that I am noted, particularly so per my wife who loves to claim that all I ever do is sit at my computer for my lassitude and sloth.

All I know is that these migrant workers are employed by one of the staunchest, Conservatives, with a capital ‘C’, who has teabags pinned to her stetson, in Alton.

I assume that there is nobody around here who can work like these migrants for the wages they get paid. I know that they live in a small, metal trailer while in Alton. I have to assume that it is sweltering in this heat wave.

I have no axe to grind. I like seeing them around. Makes me feel less special.

[Funny thing last evening. We went to the beach for the kids dinner. The kids and I had already swum in Winnipesaukee. One of our new neighbours is an ‘Obama’ in genetical make-up. But, it was funny. He said that he is lighter than me! Whatever rocks his boat. Now that my adoptive mother is dead, and has been for 21 years, nobody, other than this Obama-like guy, comments on my skin color — though Deanna, my wife, piped in yesterday, with a comment very similar to what my adoptive mother would have said. Ever since she abandoned me, age 15, and I started living away from her, the FIRST THING she would say when she saw me had to do with the darkness of my skin: ‘you have got darker‘, ‘good, you have got lighter‘, ‘why are you so dark‘. I am not joking. Never, ‘glad to see you‘, ‘how are you‘, ‘how was the trip‘. It was a comment about my skin color — which varies by how much sun I get (and no, I don’t have to and will not use sun screen. I don’t burn. Just tan). So depending on how much Sun I had got, which in those days depended on how much cricket, skiing and running I was doing, I could be ‘dark’ or ‘light’.]

'Cider House Rules' at our wedding.

‘Cider House Rules’ at our wedding. Click …

I know that Maine has a lot of migrant farm workers. Yes, I have read ‘Cider House Rules’. Actually I married my wife because she was the only woman I knew at that time, c. 2002, who knew that the movie that had just come out had nothing to do with the book. The fact that she was quite beautiful didn’t hurt her case. We had a copy of the book next to our wedding cake.

Anyway, if you live in Alton, keep an eye out for the migrant farm workers. If you see them, slow down and wave. No, you shouldn’t stop and try to approach them. You might scare them. They don’t mind me. They think I am one of them.