Moron to Monk

Picture the scene… It’s Friday the 13th (a bad omen already). We’ve been on an overnight bus that was delayed meaning instead of 12 hours it took us 16 hours to reach Inle Lake in Myanmar. We’re tired, have headaches and are feeling just generally dirty, but are looking forward to showers and freshening up. Joe decides to cut his hair (we invested in a shaver in Chile and Joe has been giving himself free haircuts ever since). He disappears into the bathroom and starts shaving. All I hear is ‘wow my hair is longer than I thought!’ before a series of confused noises and exclamations. He walks out looking like this:

His hair was not longer than he thought, he was actually just cutting off more than he meant to after putting the wrong attachment on his shaver! Cue laughter and crying, shrieking and general hilarity. He ended up having to give himself a number 2 all over and now bears a striking resemblance to a Buddhist monk.