Hair Cuts and Bia Hoi
July 9th 2006 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 lin
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