I had my haircut this time in New York. Oddly enough, I never even had my hair trimmed in the states, but this time I desperately wanted to find a salon in the big city to fix my hair.
Anyway, one day we were on our way to find Shabu-shabu, which is a single serving hotpot very popular in east asia, originally from Japan. People said they’ve found it in a Korean street. Okay. We barely had a direction saying it’s somewhere in between 34th St. and Empire state building. Probably out of pure luck, we came out of the subway and saw a street full of Korean characters then of course we went into it right away. It turned out to be the most concentrated Korean community in Manhatton. We found everything we wanted, and saw something looking pretty much similar to what we have in Taipei—hair salons nested on the second or third floors of a commercial property. So I gave it a try. Though they curiously thought I was Korean first then found out I was not really soon, I still had a decent haircut according to Taipei standard. It seems they were all trained in one system; they even had similar reactions towards my responses! I got out very happy.
But, my friend just found out one side of my hair is longer than the other side yesterday, in another country, after 10 days. Never mind. It’s still a fun experience.