I have not had my haircut since we arrived back island side. Not really a huge issue since I cover my hair every day but it was overdue. Like my split ends had split ends. Yeah, bad. Problem is I do not yet know where I can get a haircut here where the people 1. know how to cut Wazungu hair (which let’s face it is very different that Waswahili hair) or 2. not pay a crazy amount at a hotel or some tourist spot. But recently I met a friend of a friend that has recently moved here with her husband to do a short term farming project and she knows how to cut hair. Only issue was she is Korean and does not speak a lick of English or Kiswahili and since I can barely handle 2 languages at the moment my Korean is nadda:) So our mutual friend came along to translate. Only she does not speak English either. So today outside my house on a little stool I sat for my hair cut while I requested what I wanted in Kiswahili and Mama Kim translated from Kiswahili to Korean to her friend. All amidst our hanging laundry and an audience (of course since getting Wazungu hair cut is interesting y’all). A guest then arrived to chat with Jason which only served to make the whole thing more ridiculous (if that is possible?). I definitely had a few giggles thinking “only here.”
blury b/c Miss Evy was grabbing the camera but Anni decided she wanted in on the action and got a quick bang trim too!
only here…..
only here..
