Mirror mirror on the wall, whose is the wierdest of them all? I think my beard's a strong contender. God ran out of folicles when he got to my face, because, as Stuart my (thinning) best man, pointed out for a cheap laugh at our wedding, my head hair is infeasibly thick. So we were hardly in classic beard territory to start with. But a month working hard on length, despite limited coverage, was well worth it as I've never had the chance before. I admire people who can grow a proper one, but it seems a lot of people travelling like me just grow inadequate wierd ones. And if we're honest it being a different colour to my head hair is not helping matters either (ginger as it happens). I'm going to experiment a little, y'know, while I've got length, but I think my days of trying to look like Brian Blessed are numbered. For the rest of the trip maybe I'll concentrate on that golden brown tan my Scottish heritage has denied me so far. I'll let you know how it goes, but I think I've got a bit of catching up to do as a shave will inevitably turn facial hair to facial glare.
If this is what discovering yourself whilst travelling is all about then maybe I should just go home.
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