The perils of bringing a camera

The Hor-Tecs inability to bring a camera at key travel moments has been well-documented. We were in Malta over Easter and we did remember to bring the camera, even remembering to bring the charger AND the plug adapter. We were very impressed with ourselves, until I realized that the problem with bringing a camera is that some very bad pictures get taken. To whit:

In my defense: We had gone scuba diving that morning, and my hair was full of salt and we had just been at one of Malta's windiest points. That explains the crazy hair, although not my non-existent upper lip and double chin.

We toured the underground bunkers that the Maltese sheltered in during bombing raids in the Second World War. The hairnets went under the construction hats, but the hair nets are funnier than the hats.

I don't think this one is bad, as much as it is cute. Mum looks like a Smurf (how Belgian!). She was protecting her coif from the wind on the ferry crossing to Valetta. I should have learned her lesson.

This one isn't even actually in Malta, but it is horrible and deserves to be blogged about.