For several weeks, I've been debating growing my hair out or attempting to get it cut somewhere here. The latter idea scared me a bit because my hair's texture is quite different from Asian hair. I finally broke down today and hit the salon alone, but armed with photos of my hair and my translation dictionary (surely I could just point to words, right?).
The staff didn't speak English so they had a worker run to a nearby shop and grab someone who could. I had to laugh because the only thing she told me was that the salon was busy and it would be a few minutes for them to wait on me. (I was the only one in the salon!). One other plus was the sountrack the salon had running included a Brad Paisley song (not that I'm a huge fan of his, but I was happy to hear some country music!).
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