Hair Cuts in the Galapagos

Decided that after 4 weeks I was starting to look like a hippie so time for a hair cut!

First challenge was trying to find an open hairdressers on a Sunday morning (in fact anything open on a Sunday would be nice). Eventually found one and convinced the lady that I really did want my hair cut - "isn´t it short enough already?" seemed to be the message (a women after your own heart Mum). She then shaved a little bit on a number 1 before checking again that she hadn´t misunderstood. The rest was cut much to the interest of the other locals in the shop, must of whom were chuckling by this stage.

Post hair cut she brought out the cut throat razor and my knuckles went white as I gripped the chair tightly - it was now Petra who was chuckling. I was certain she was about to shave my face but just tidied up around the back of my neck. Then apparently it is the done thing to brush the hair off with a brush covered in some sort of fragrant talcum powder. This was followed by a generous splashing of Brut aftershave on my neck. I left with a smart haircut and stinking to the extent that the local dogs were backing away from me and Petra would only stand upwind!

Bring on the shower!