Monday, August 29, 2016

The Barber and the kitchen scissors...



So I decided to get my hair cut a couple of weeks ago.  I originally wanted to see how long it would get while I was here but it started to get too heavy to stay in a ponytail.  So I set off to a salon to get it trimmed, they turned me away saying they didn’t trim hair.  Then went to another place and got the same response.  Desperate I turned to my friend and asked where she got her hair cut.  She said oh my barber he will charge $1000 GYD ($5 USD).  I was like is he good?  She said yeah he’s great, come on by we will go together.  At this point I was like sure why not.  We walk up to the shop and the barber is casually sipping a beer like yeah I’m open.  He assures me he can cut my hair no problem. 
He puts the cape on, takes my hair down and takes out kitchen scissors… Internally I am freaking out, but I realize it really doesn’t matter too much because I always have my hair up.  Also this is Peace Corps, part my journey and experience here and a fun story to tell.  He did a pretty good job, parted my hair, got it pretty even and thankfully my hair is naturally wavy and amazing so it worked.  I got maybe 4 to 6 inches cut off and loving it.  Best $1000 I have ever spent!  The weirdest part (aside from the kitchen scissors) was that he kept asking if I wanted to keep the hair.  I was like nah you can keep it, make it into a wig whatever!!!