Nepalese Shave

I walked down a rubble-framed road in Gairidhara on my way to meet someone for a coffee. A subconscious stroke of the chin made me realise my unruly beard was in need of a trim before it became a natural habitat for other life forms. When it gets too long it takes on a reddish tint that doesn’t look particularly dapper. I’ve been in Kathmandu for a couple months and this was to be my first experience getting a shave. Continue reading