Walking around the temple of literature it was confirmed - I needed a haircut. A few hours later I was sitting in a Hanoi Salon, sweating in feer as the heavily pregnant hairdresser did the hair equivalent of dangling me over a cliff. She had a curious habit of perfecting, then ruining what she had just done. My hair was looking fine if a little short... before she decided to cut a diagonal line through the entirety of my fringe. I bit my lip to keep from laughing/crying/punching her and in the end I was left looking a little bit like a lego man, but with a little wax it was all sorted out. I went away happyish, but still feeling a little bit like a victim.
Im Alex. 22 and counting, just about to embark on 5 months of travelling before starting my first proper post graduation job. Im into my adventure sports - climbing, biking, skiing, diving, sailing, kayaking but this trip is probably going to be more about culture than sport... although I could be swayed! I love cooking (and eating!) and playing the guitar, seeing live music, and drinking alcohol.... full info