Africa 2006

One week to go and the final preparations are underway. On the weekend I bought a new digital camera and even a battery-operated MP3 player, finally putting my 10-year old cassette Walkman and two mix tapes to rest.

This is me at 2pm this afternoon in the Icelandic sunshine:

Notice the striking resemblance to Cindy Crawford? (Hint: It’s the mole above my mouth, plus full mane of chestnut brown locks).

I got tired of being confused with Cindy all the time. And so, this is me at 6pm this afternoon, when the sun was fading:

Now less Cindy Crawford-like and much more prepared for travelling around Africa, where I can enjoy life without a hairbrush and with only occasional shampoo.

Next Monday is the big day. If anyone finds him or herself at the relaxing Terminal 2 at Heathrow, please don’t hesitate to meet me for coffee during my five hour layover en route to Dakar (via Milan!!).

PS: For those particularly interested in the saga of my hair, see my column for the week on Iceland Review’s website. Or click here for the link.