It was inevitable. I'd have to get a haircut at some point here in Khon Kaen. For those who don't know what this place is like, I have to explain that nobody here speaks English. I mean nobody and at all! I could probably wait until my Thai was good enough to explain what I wanted(umm yeah, right!), but after getting sent home from work to change my clothes that were judged as inappropriate I was getting a bit self-conscious.
So I asked for recommendations and was advised to go to this one place because "the guys there are gay so they try hard". I got this recommendation from a guy, a guy who had a pretty good cut. So I went there.
The hairdresser was wearing really short tight shorts. Yep, he was the gay guy I was told about. I realize this is probably just a stereotype of gay hairdressers but I was counting on somebody with a good sense of style and a gentle touch. But as we all know stereotypes aren't always true. They weren't in this case. First I got a very "energetic" head massage as he washed my hair FOUR times in refreshing COLD water. It was so invigorating and got the blood flowing to my head so well, apparently, that I had a head-ache for the next fifteen minutes.
Then it got to the cutting. I showed him a picture in a magazine. He seemed ok with it. Since I don't really see how he did it in the back I can't be too upset about it. But what he did to my fringe... At first he left it too long, but when I asked him to cut it a little bit shorter the "little bit" must have gotten lost in translation.
So now I have a short uneven fringe. Yes, uneven. No, he didn't try hard. I guess he only did it for the cute half-American half-Thai hotshot who recommended that place...
Thursday, January 14, 2010
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