Last night Chad and I had one of our our more harrowing Japanese adventures....we went to get his hair cut. It all started with my trying to do some recon on a couple of the free-standing hair salons/barbers in our neighborhood. I was mainly trying to determine if they would cut a man's hair (in the case of the salon) and what their hours were. This turned out to be a very frustrating endeavor, because for some reason both establishments appeared to be closed all day. One had a sign on the door indicating something special about several days this month, but whether they were special "open" or special "closed" I had no idea.
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neighborhood barbershop that we did not visit
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Fortunately, Chad was also asking for advice at work and was told to just go to this place in the corner of the mall that cuts hair for 1000 yen. (This is roughly the equivalent of a $10 haircut.) Since we tend to feel more comfortable operating within the confines of the mall, we decided to go for it. We researched Japanese haircutting terminology a little bit but mostly decided to wing it. We took a photo of him when his hair was freshly cut (our wedding) to indicate to the hairdresser what he wanted. This was a good idea but Chad mostly just said "That's fine, that's fine." over and over again as she babbled in Japanese and pointed at different parts of his head in the photo. She asked him about razor vs. scissors and then she was off. Snip, snip.
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as we held our breath
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| where we ended up |
The results were OK, there is a little more layering (typical of a Japanese guy's haircut) than we would have liked but he looks respectable enough to go out in public. That said, we're coming back to the US before the end of the year and a nice American barber is definitely on our list of places to go. ;)
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| the results |
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