Mo-town

Moustache lovers, rejoice! My favourite month of the year has only just started and my knees are feeling weaker with every passing day of mo-growth. Yes, it's Movember again! The perfect opportunity for your seedy uncle to finally fit in with your local hipster gang. No male upperlip will be left in the nude while razor blades are sent to a place far far away. Men of the world, and more specific Belgium, if any of you dare to shave your mo these next 30 days, I will hunt you down. Even if you look like an eighties porn star. Wear your fur loud and proud! I would if I could! Oh you know I would! And I will! Just like last year.

Happy mo-grow!

Happy November!

Hallelujah, my favourite month of the year starts TODAY! Dreams of new adventures are about to come true! goodbye station life, hello good old crazy life!

Happy plans for this month:

1) poolside beers and dancing like a maniac in Darwin

2) rooftop terrace cocktails and no sleep in Melbourne

3) billions of kisses and hot wine with chocolate and friends and family and love in Belgium

And... Movember! 30 days of moustache goodness. 

Bring. It. On.

Hooray! Today we celebrate! With melted chocolate and jumping cows.

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Why there should be twelve Novembers a year

Everyone loves November! If you forget about the freezing temperatures, the depressively dark days (I'm talking Belgium here), the fact that where ever you go, you will arrive smelling like wet dog, the general low mood and blue hands, but focus on the one good thing that makes November wear the Month Of The Year crown.

No, not the hot chocolate picnics or the endless cuddling in front of the fire place. I'm talking about the MOUSTACHES. All of them! The eleventh month of every year turns into the beautiful month of Movember. I don't know about you, but furry upperlips make me do happy dances around the streets of Wellington. After nearly nine hours of hitch-hiking from Napier to Windy Welly, the first thing I noticed was the evening breeze blowing wind through the moustache of each and every man we passed. I felt at home right away.

This is the idea: men stop shaving their moustaches for 30 days. By doing this in Movember, gentlemen (men with moustaches are allowed to be named gentlemen, whether or not they open doors and carry heavy bags) highlight mens health issues and raise funds for charities like The Prostate Cancer Foundation. While friends at home don't mind a warm hairy face in wintertime, in sunny New Zealand men take Movember to another level. Not one kiwi dares to show his face to the world without at least a couple of proud hairs shining underneath his nose. And Wellington seems to be the place where they all get together and walk around, waving their furry faces in the wind.
I don't think I ever want to leave this city.