Before we left Wuhu Mary needed a haircut and so did I. Up to this point I had never been in China long enough to get a hair cut and I knew this trip I would need one and I knew it was going to be a problem. I’ve seen the Chinese guys. Other than the guys that shave their head or get a short haircut they all have hair cuts that are either cut at weird angles or have haircuts with no side hair so it was obvious that the Chinese barber does not know how to cut hair with longer hair on the side like I am prone to wear.
So we go to the hair place in Wuhu and walk in. Understand that hair places in China come in two styles. One that is basically some person cutting hair in a back alley while you sit on an old box or the big production number places with hundreds of people working, all specializing in their various jobs. The cutting guy, the washing guy, the blowing guy, the sweeping guy, the stand around and chew gum lady etc. We went to the second place. Since it was all in Chinese I’m not sure what kind of directions got communicated but my instructions were to thin the top and trim the sides. What I got was trim the top and eliminate the sides. I other words, I got the Kim Jong Un special.
