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I had the scariest haircut of my entire life on Friday. And considering I once let Alice and Sarah cut my hair that is saying a lot! Pia and I decided that it was about time to get a haircut, particularly as mine was back to the self dreading stage. Our first stop was at a really nice looking place. Yes they could fit one of us in but it was going to cost 50 euros, something that a budget traveller really doesn't have to spare. So we moved one.
We then found 'Cutters'. A funky looking hair salon which people exiting with purple hair, mullets etc. Not so reassuring to be honest. But as it was only going to cost 12 Euros even for mine (which I'm sure in size could be 3 peoples) it was clearly our only option. So after having my hair washed roughly I was seated, batman like cape on, and ready. The thing that made this whole ordeal the scariest was the hairdresser. Lets just say I would cry if he did my hair like his. He had a number one all over apart from at the back. Like a plus size rats tail but with streaks of black, white and orange... (not to mention the multiple facial piercings).
So, fearing for my poor hair (which I might add grows in slow motion so would take years to recover from a 'drastic' cut...) I attempted to explain what I wanted. Trying to explain the idea of layers took a bit of charade skills and in the end I used Pia as my translator just to make sure. He just nodded and began chopping away... I also wanted a side sweeping fringe thing which the making of probably gave me my first grey hairs!
But in the end, it looked exactly how i wanted. Yet another reason not to judge people on how they look or worry about the fact that they don't understand anything you say. And for only 12 Euros for a haircut and more fear than a rollarcoaster it was definately a bargain!
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