Wednesday, 27 April 2011


I believe this may have been an early foray into my competitive self.....i really gave a shit about winning. The satisfaction i gleaned from watching the white patch get brighter and brighter day by day was unrivalled, it was like secretly polishing the ultimate tan trophy that was going to be mine at the end of the trip. The luminous graphic strip felt like a tiny but very significant success story right there on my little 11 year old wrist,  just like Tom Cruise in Cocktail or Matthew Broderick in Ferris Buellers day off.

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