I ventured my first haircut in Thailand today. After managing to first communicate that I wanted a haircut using hand signals, I sat in the chair.
“Choose” said the hairdresser, putting a magazine full of pictures of Thai-Student haircuts in front of me. After suppressing the momentary desire to go for a weird-orange coloured do with associated spikes defying gravity, I began to panic and had to suppress the desire to run.
“Just a little off. 1 cm. (Hold up fingers, a small gap between thumb & forefinger). 1cm. 1CM!” Flicking quickly through the magazine I found something that nearly approximated my haircut in a rough way, but that at least avoided strange colours and different length clumps sticking straight out from the back of my head.
Things seemed to have gone well when she got the hairdryer out to dry my hair off and put me on my way. She began to dry and comb in a way I wouldn’t normally have done it (ie at all), but I figured I’d just shower and redo it after anyway. After 10 mins of drying and combing I suddenly realised what was going on. She was straightening my hair!
I had desired straight hair previously, with its associated option of actually having a hairstyle, but after seeing the giant hair helmet I’d been given that desire quickly passed. I don’t know how you straight haired freaks do it.
There will be NO picture posted of my haircut.
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