Buenos Aires, Argentina

A haircut had been praying on my mind for a while. It’s been about 12 weeks, which is the longest I had gone without a cut & colour for years. I have my genius hairdresser at home, but he is refusing to fly out, so I decide a trip to La Peluquería is overdue. I have spent a few weeks eyeing up options and had spotted one that looked reasonably priced (budget conscious traveller that I am!). I made my way up there after class and politely asked if they spoke English….No?…google translate it is then. Suffice to say, they were never going to be as good as Barry but the colour is ok and the cut has taken the weight out. I think it is perhaps the shortest my hair has ever been and feel it is too short. On a positive at least I won’t need to go through that trauma again for a while, although I dread to think of what a good cut in Bolivia or Peru looks like….perhaps I will just grow it.