Vanity

Somehow, something feels wrong with plucking my eyebrows while travelling. I'm not a razor-sharp eyebrow person anyway, but as I'm having an early night, doing some laundry, I couldn't resist the temptation to get rid of some stragglers. This bit of vanity seems at odds with the travelling, not least because many local wages in the countries I'm visiting probably wouldn't stretch to buying the Venus razor I continue to use to stop myself from looking like a gorilla in shorts.