1st Indian Haircut

I finally figured out where to get my haircut—or at least one option—a five star hotel not far away, that only charged $30. I was reminded of the belief that cold water is better for hair washing when I was given the option- cold or warm water? I still can’t quite get my mind around the fact that cold might be preferable—it’s still coolish during the day here. Three guys attended me throughout the whole thing. The hair cutter, the hair washer/towel guy and the apprentice. Overall it was the most serious experience I have ever had getting my hair cut. The main hair cutter had a leather belt with all the necessary implements—pulling out clips and various kinds of scissors with the seriousness of a surgeon. Yet he was awkward too, fumbling a bit with my slippery, fine hair. I did wonder how often he has to deal with unwieldy wavy like mine. Chit chat was out of the question. But the hair drying required the most effort—sectioning my hair, clipping it to get it out of the way, taking the small sections roll brushing them dry and then blowing on each section. I really don’t know what the point of the blowing was, but he did it with the care of an artist. Then each section got a roller to hold it straight a little longer…this guy knew my hair would not be tamed easily. This process took 4 hands and a lot of coordination. In the end main cutter guy would not let apprentice guy give me the mirror until he had fixed every hair in place.