Over the summer in Budapest I started to get a little obsessed with moustaches after meeting two lovely Danish boys who were both sporting beautiful tashes they had grown specially to fit in at Guca the Serbian trumpet festival. But it turned out they were the only ones with moustaches and ended up sticking out like sore thumbs.
I started looking for moustache photographs, posters and merchandise. When My parents came to visit me in Budapest we came across a moustache bag, in fact it was "The Greatest Hungarians Moustaches."
I have also recently sported my own stick-on tash to try and understand the macho feeling of having a strip of hair along the upper lip. All I can say is, it's itchy!! But saddly that didn't stop my obsession with the moustache.
I'm Hooked!
