Long hair in a climate such as this one is not to be recommended. It may well be November, but the temperature's still mid 30s (I know, it's a hard life). Therefore we decided to resolve this problem with a good old Omani haircut. There are loads of Barbers around, so on Saturday evening we got a recommendation from a member of staff and off we trotted, with some nerves on my part.
Those nerves enlarged somewhat when, upon entering the Barbers, I was greeted by a young Indian who had the most ridiculous greasy curtains for a hair style, who displayed a truly unnerving Sweeney Todd-esque grin, and who spoke next to no English. No turning back now, I thought, and so to the chair I went. Thankfully one of the guys who worked there spoke English, and after about 10 minutes of discussion between them, Mr Curtains set to work. To cut to the chase (excuse the pun), he was awful and I thanked Allah when the English-speaking Barber came along, shouted at him and continued with the job himself. When he'd finished, the cut-throat came out to play, and I was pretty shocked when at the end of all this he asked for just 1.5 Rials in payment, which is about 2 quid. Nice.
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