It might sound completely improbable to a foreigner, but the first time in mylife that I looked at my body, as in really looked, was at the age of 35, when Ivisited Europe. On reflection, I must concede, it sounds improbable even to me.Briefly, I am a journalist, I've trekked in the Sikkim Himalayas at 15,000 ft,gazed at the earth from a hot air balloon, and gadded about Europe alone. Inshort, I'm an outgoing sort, not reserved or radical conservative; justordinary-nice, not wildly ugly or small poxy or ashamed of my body for anyreason.