Call me Madam!Rather alarmingly, since I've had the mullet, people keep adressing me as 'Sir'!!
We noticed the barber shop, the size of a postage stamp, squeezed in between the internet cafe and our guesthouse. "Shave sir", asked the barber appearing out of nowhere, nodding at Jim. "No, can I have a haircut", I asked hopefully. Normally the only customers in these shops are men. "Yes, yes, five minutes waiting". All three chairs were occupied so I sat on a bench already shoved halfway out the shop - even so, there wasn't enough room for the barbers to move around the chairs freely. To my right, a man enjoyed a head massage. It seemed pretty vigorous.
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