Yesterday morning’s lesson with FL:
Now, you may remember that back in mid-September I had met a couple of ladies in the metro who wanted a photo with me, and that one of them is a hairdresser. Well, I remembered anyway, and since it’s been nearly two months (eight weeks) since my first haircut here thanks to YY’s mum, I decided to contact FF and go to her salon.
It was quite a long way on the metro. We even went past an Ikea. This line is elevated overground, and much of it is “boxed in” (fenced either side), I assume to try to keep the noise down.
It was a bit scary. I’ve never been on a motorbike in my life, let alone travelling pinion holding onto a guy I had just met! But it wasn’t too far, and soon we were at the place. FF’s husband then took me to wash my hair, and FF cut it for me. Again, the language difficulty made it interesting, as neither of them speak a word of English, and despite all these lessons I’m having I really still cannot communicate well, which is a little disheartening. I did work out that FF wanted to dye my white hairs, which I managed to tell her I didn’t want her to do.
Even so, as in England, a haircut is never quite how you want it. When I got home I did my best to try to get it more how I would like.