The Waxing Experience!

I booked a 9 hour bus to Uyuni for tomorrow morning. There was one tonight but that means trying to sleep on potentially another horror of a bus! Only £8 tho! I went out and wandered the town/city. It's much the same as all the town/cities I've seen in the whole of South America.

After seeing my eyebrows with my glasses on earlier I passed a beauty salon and went in. I asked if they could do something with my caterpillar. She replied don't you want your moustache sorting too? How rude I thought but sure! I've never had any part of my face waxed, plucked, threaded or even tampered with in any way by a professional, so this was a first for me. And I lay back and put my life in the hands of the glamorous woman (neither of us knowing the other's language). She applied what I thought was the wax. Oh that feels nice I thought. But it was just some cream of sorts. Then the hot wax came. Wow it was hot, but not unpleasant. Then came the pain. And oh what pain! People do this regularly?? I guess though if you do it regularly it's not caterpillars you're stripping each time! The tears started coming but she's only half done one eyebrow! I couldn't get up and leave now could I? I endured the other eyebrow, then she went for the moustache (see pic!). Omg if I thought the eyebrows were sore.....!!!! THEN she had the cheek to say what about your beard? Want that fixed too? Great. So all the facial hair I thought went un noticed, clearly isn't. Thanks guys! Sure. The beard was a piece of cake compared to the rest. Thank God! She wasn't done. She got a teeny tiny razor blade and tidied everything up, THEN she got some tweezers and did some more plucking and tweeking, THEN she got a teeny tiny pair of scissors and a teeny tiny comb and trimmed the long straggly ones. THEN she looked at both, measured them and tweeked one a tiny bit more! Very thorough. Very impressed. When I got up and looked in the mirror I looked like I'd had a whole chemical face peel! My whole face was bright red. But wow! What a difference! Eyebrows were perfect. And no moustach or beard. Result!

So because I now felt very feminine I treated myself to a new top and some nail varnish and had a cosy dinner for one at the hostel restaurant before having another early night.