ch-ch-ch-changes
Eat you heart out Mr Bowie.
The locks at the back of my neck have turned blonde, unlike the rest of my head of hair which is covered all day by a wide-brimmed hat. The fingers have become short and stumpy. The legs resembling those of a chicken these days, although they are used when paddling, yet still loosing bulk. 5 kilos down since departure, i think. That measurement was taken about 10 days ago so not sure on the current weight. The beard is the big one, coming along nicely, detracting insects and sun but ensuring the face is hotter. And sweatier. Forearms and biceps bigger than ever before. Shoulders and buttox bonier than ever imagined. Finger tan line from gloves that reach only to the first knuckle. How good. Pterygiums on inside of eyes flaring up, moving in, but not a problem due in large part to the sunglasses donated by Oakley. Bottoms of heels red raw even though booties have been a saving grace. Skin on palms of hands slowly being removed, turning red also. The fingerprints are almost smoothed out, would be a good time to get arrested as they would not be able to identify you. Cuticles growing, moons disappearing. The inside of my thighs copping lots of sun too, therefore they are the most tanned area of my body. Small beer belly close to removed, six pack non existent yet. And, i think that is about it.
