So, spring is in the air in lovely Suzhou. Yes – our two weeks of paradise have arrived, and just in time for the droves of tourists looking to capture a picture of the city’s tranquil gardens (which are overflowing with tourists looking to capture a picture of the city’s tranquil gardens).
Spring always stirs in me a desire for change. Perhaps a remnant of my primordial past, or just the fact that I spend most of my days indoors with a slowly dwindling connection to the outside world…
Whatever the reason:


All that remains…

An important thing to consider before asking your Chinese wife to assist you in shaving your head is whether or not she’s any “practical” experience wielding a razor. She was shaving off shaving cream for five minutes before I realized she wasn’t actually removing any hair.