An Irishman in Paramaribo

The near reflective whiteness of his skin came as a shock to him now that he was suddenly surrounded by people of all colours. Many more variations in skintone then he could have ever imagined. Even the boeroes, the white descendents of Dutch farmers that lived in this city seem to be a non-white shade of white. Kind of like there were forty shades of green in his country, there must be at least forty shades of beautiful skin in this place. And his shade seemed to scream: 'Attention, attention! Totally out of place, vulnerable, delicate, farmwise but not streetwise and very very very white Irish skin passing through.'