The tracks of my tears...

In the spirit of doing something new every day and doing something that scares you on a regular basis, I flew to Cairns this morning, booked into the hostel then went and had some of my hairy parts waxed. Hence the title.

To cheer up those of you in shock, here's a nice soothing picture...



Ok, I didn't really cry and it was an interesting experience. The beautician was only 18 years old but she knew her stuff and kept me talking throughout the more wincey parts.

There won't be any more details so you can relax now dad.