Sunday, December 7, 2014

Haircut

We've been here 6 months, and the last time I had gotten my hair cut was sometime before we came. So saying it was way past time is an understatement. I had asked around and a few people mentioned a place, so I called and made an appointment.
 
The English-speaking woman on the phone matched me up with a man named Mattias. He was a 6-foot tall skinhead, complete with giant silver rings, black leather boots, a cross necklace, skinny goatee, and a black studded belt. He was not gentle with his hands as I was occasionally knocked in the head with one of his giant rings, but he surprisingly did have a pleasant manner.

A slight British accent complimented his amiable disposition. I asked him where he was from....Germany, but he had spent the last 6 years in South Africa.

I showed him pictures of a haircut I was interested in and he got right to work. He cut off more than I had intended, and he decided to leave one side a tad longer than the other (because he thought it looked more interesting), but who's going to argue with a giant skinhead, right?

The cost for the cut was relatively reasonable. Tipping here isn't required, but they conveniently place tip cans next to the cashier.

The outside of the salon.

A list of their services. Isn't German fun?
 

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