Getting a haircut
No easy feat.
I have been trying for two weeks. Before we left there was no time. In Kyoto we had places to go. On the trek we were always on the move.
Today I stole four hours, and along with our five Malay friends, caught a train.
Bliss - we had time for coffee and cake, a stroll and a beer. Joselyn and I went off to get haircuts.
I met Joselyn at the Inn an hour later and we swapped sad stories.
At Joselyn's first try the owner just made an X with his arms and shooed her away. At her second she made an X and ran away herself!!??🥺.
I had slightly better luck.
At my first, there was a sign saying no english was spoken so only Japanese should enter. My Malay friends urged me in anyway but the barber frowned and shooed my out.
At the second one there were five chairs, set up for men and women, but no staff.
I waited, periodically going in and out of the shop and saying konnichiwa. After about twenty minutes the owner came in, from the street, appologising profusely. He took about 5 minutes to write on his phone that he had appointments but could see me in two hours.
He game me such good service. A shampoo and massage, ten minutes on my ears a blow wave and an eyebrow trim - 😁
I better not tell Jocelyn, but how can I hide it?

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