Location: Lima, Peru
Below my hostel is a nail salon and a proper hair salon. The salon was closed when I was going out so I walked along the street looking for another hair salon. (I later found out that they also do hair jobs in the nail salon.)
I found a little place called Gladys. It was the name of my host mother in Arequipa so I thought that it was a good sign.
When I went in, there was only another customer doing her nails. The owner, employee and customer were all watching a volleyball match on TV between Peru and China. I interrupted them, asking if I could get a haircut.
The only chairs were taken by the customer so I didn’t think that I could get my hair done. However, the owner told me that there were haircuts so I stayed.
The owner dragged a chair from behind the counter and put it in front of the mirror above the sofa. That was my makeshift hair cut chair.
While she was getting her tools ready, she excitedly pointed at the TV and then to me. “China,” she said. I replied, “Soy de Malasia.” (I’m from Malaysia.)
I thumbed through a few hair catalogues and pointed to a short bob. The hairdresser looked at it and shook her head.
She got out another book and showed me other hairstyles. I chose one that looked very much like the last one. Fortunately, she agreed.
She started snipping away. And she even used a fun-looking razor. It was a razor covered on one side with a teeth-shaped plastic.
I was kind of worried that my hair was cut too short. The problem with my hair is that if it’s too short, it will start to stand vertically. When I was a baby, my hair defied gravity all the time.
Halfway through the hair cut, the result of the volleyball match was announced. China won and Peru was “among the top 4”.
I was really worried that the hairdresser might wreck my hair because China won. (Chinese-looking person == China == Gals who beat Peru.)
Fortunately, I was still alive by the end of the haircut. I don’t hate my new hair but I suspect they will be doing some gravity-defying stunts when I get back to humid Southeast Asia.
It was only 10 soles for the cut (about S$5) so I won’t complain!
Rest of the day:
Took the bus one from one end to another. The areas away from the city center reminded me a lot of Indonesia.
Lunched at a Foursquare-recommended place. Had seafood soup.
Took bus to Miraflores. Drank coffee.
Went grocery shopping before heading back to hostel.
Had a pedicure in the nail salon downstairs.