I booked an appointment with a junior stylist, which was 40 birr cheaper than a senior stylist. For a first timer, maybe I should have gone for the senior stylist, but I'll admit I wasn't 100 percent confident in their familiarity with "white" hair. All the customers I had seen sitting in the salon were Africans except for the odd male going in for a shear.
As is the custom anywhere else I've had a haircut, the shampoo and conditioning/head massage is always the best part. The hair wash lady was more than adept at her job, but my actual stylist seemed to be having some issues with my fine, tangly hair.
Her technique was pretty similar to the time I cut my hair in the bathroom in my apartment in Aarhus when I combed it all out with a fine tooth comb and cut straight across, all the way around. She did manage a bit of layering but after having been in the shower this morning, their execution is a bit questionable.
After the cut, I got a "style" which was pretty much blow-drying it out on a round brush and sweeping my growing out bangs over to one side. It wasn't the best style ever, a little matronly perhaps, but a relief to have months of dead ends taken off.After paying the 140 birr + 10 birr tip at reception (11.50ish) dollars, I headed upstairs in the building to the Lime Tree for dinner where I took this photo on my mobile, ate a vegetable curry and enjoyed a macchiato before heading back to my hotel for the evening.
So this is the day after... didn't wash it, for fear of a repeat with the bar of soap incident from yesterday, but after wetting it and in the shower and letting it air dry, the wash-and-go-ness of it could be worse. I've left my hairdryer and straightener back in Denmark, determined not to use them here. I'm sure my hair is thanking me for this, but out of pure vanity, I could be tempted to see if I can pick up a cheap hairdryer at "taiwan" the so-called conrtraband goods market in Dire Dawa.
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