Thursday, October 21, 2004

 

Pepe's

I have had, for quite some time, a real fear of hairdressers. This means I invariably allow my hair to become depressingly shapeless and ratty before I summon the courage to visit a hairdresser. I had been wearing my hair in a fat bun on top of my head for several months this time, which Tito hates, so I knew it was becoming urgent. (It's alright for him, he gets his hair cut in the street market for 2 soles - about 25p). I had no idea where to go for a good cut, though, and could hardly bear to think about it. Everything about the haircutting experience puts me off - the way that hairdressing places always have pictures of scarey anorexics with totally impractical haircuts plastered all over the walls, the smell of chemicals, the patronising way that the 'stylists' look at you, the horrible hairdos that they sport, the hefty price involved. And of course, when living abroad, you have the added challenge of trying to, for example, explain the importance of not using feathering shears within a 10 metre radius of your hair to an anxious trainee, in a language which is not your own.
All that aside, when our friend Marco, who has gorgeous flowing tresses, recommended a hairdressers (Pepe's) to us, myself and Monika decided to go for it. The place seemed a bit foreboding, as it was on a second floor and we had to ascend many stairs and knock at a heavily barred door to get in. But we were pleasantly surprised to find a light and airy room, with awaiting stylists. I had never before had my hair cut by a transvestite. Let alone a middle aged one with a cut-off top and boobs. But I let Pepe, the owner, do his stuff and was not disappointed. He gave me a cut exactly like what I wanted. I was so pleased that I let him really go to town and blow-dry it backwards with a round brush. He gave me wings like Farah Fawcett! And I loved it! I never though I'd see the day. Thanks, Pepe, you made me look like one of Charlie's Angel's - and gave me a cut that still looks great today... and all for 15 soles (2 pounds). Monika opted out of the Angel's blowdry, but got a really nice cut too, just what she wanted. We are both well chuffed.

Comments:
Hahaha, I had the same problem being a foreigner in Japan. I didn't want to go to the hairstylist thinking they might not understand what I wanted, after all japanese people have very straight hair (mine's wavy and thick). For 8 months I resisted the idea of gettin my hair cut by a japanese hairstylist and I'd go for one of those foreign ones in Tokyo even if it cost me a lot more. But after someone made a comment on my messed up hair I decided I would finally go.

So I went to this very nice saloon and was treated really nicely (no transvesties though). I told them more or less what I wanted... and in the end... I GOT A BECKHAM HAIRDO!!!! so much like it was en vogue during the world cup days!!!!!!!!!! AAAARRRRGGGHHHH!H!!!! However later I went to another saloon and got more or less what I wanted, which was good in the end hahahah.

It's great that you got a good hairstylist in Chiclayo!! Most of them just go to a style course for a couple of weeks and open their business just like that. I go to one who studied abroad for becoming a hair stylist, yes, it is expensive, but it's worth it, really!
 
Yay! So glad you got your do sorted Vanessa. Pepe sounds super.
 
No fair, I want pictures ;)

Sounds wickedly fun. I got my aversion to hair dressers in the States. *grin* I'm sure I don't have to remind you of the awful styles they had. And the number of hair dressers that can't understand "Cut it straight across the bottom, all the same length no curve."!!!

I've found that hair dressers are much better in England, but you can still get some vile cuts. But that seems to follow the 'you get what you pay for' logic.

Ah well,I cut all my hair off a couple of months ago :( It's for the best but I really hate it. I'm still trying to find a style that works.
 
I hate hairdressers. I went once and they found a baby fieldmouse living in my bun. Rest assured I couldn't bear the thought of going again
 
You remember my hair right Bannessa? A cross between `young einstein` and someone who has been electrocuted in the face.
Last week a low level student nervousley approached our co-ordinators and asked if they could ask a question about a teacher. `Of course` they replied nervousley.
`Is Benjamin sensei`s hair on purpose or by accident?`
A little of both Yuka, a little of both.
 
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