Sorry for delay of this translation. There is no time...this contribution is connected with my photo below the pictures from Malaga.
So, before reading, make a cup of tea because this is a long haidresser's story.
Because there was a need to shorten the field on my head I set off to the hairdresser's in Malaga. Normal price for cutting the hair is 15E in which can be included also washing and combing of hair, massage and other, price can increase up to 50E. So I was peeping about the prices at the haidresser's screens in the city. I liked one which had separated prices to cutting and the other, for cutting they wanted "just" 8E. After a short preparation with the Spanish dictionary I got to it.
The servis was puzzling from the beginning. There was a doorknob on the door from outside so as I tried to get inside a small, about 40 years old Vietnamese came to open the door. After classic "hola" she asked "cortar? [cut hair?]". As a native speaker I shot off "sí". In the room which didn't look like other haidresser's I had visited before was sitting one more young Vietnamese-guy and one Vietnames-women which could speak a little spanish as I realized later. Under the ceiling there was hanging TV in the corner where was going some Vietnamese action movie that time.
The women showed me the chair where I set down. With a strange Spanish I told her that I was a stranger so I didn't speak good Spanish. She nodded and probably thought that I was talking about her and told me that she "speaks a little". To my surprise she didn't ask how I want to be cut. She directly filled her palm with a shampoo and started to wash my head. Actually it was a massage. Everything was going on without a word in the background of the Vietnamese movie, from time to time the guy who was staring at me all the time sang quietly some song in mother language.
After scrubbing my head she moved me with the gestures to the wash basin where she washed my head and then I moved back to the chair. At a time she started to massage my head, neck and back so (with an idea of the huge bill) I told her that I just wanted to cut hair. She only grinned. The second women nodded to me at the mirror with a word "masaje [massage]". That moment I gave up everything. Firstly I was scared of the talk in Spanish but for Vietnamese language I wasn't prepared at all.
After five minutes long massage came my moment. During previous cure I forgot all the prepared words, but they would be anyway useless. I simply showed how long it should be and she began without saying a word. The scissors was probably after her grandmother but it wasn't a problem because most of the work she managed with a machine without any extension piece. Then she shaved my neck with a dry cutthroat razor, this time I rather didn't look in the mirror. After she found it finished she took me again to the wash-basin and washed my hair and then she dried the hair with a drier of the small harpoon size. Finally she found in the drawer the Vietnamese gel (probably from old reserves) which looked like a lipstick in the plastic hollow cylinder about 8cm in diameter and ran with it across my head till it was totally slimy. That time I was just thinking how I explain to the guy that I have just 20E with me and that I just wanted to cut the hair. After all the woman's gesture took me out of the chair, in the room appeared new old women who clinked the cash desk and on the display appeared 9.50E.
With an ease I went back to the flat where I was trying to wash away the waxy layer from my head, finally I removed it partially with the towel. As I was telling the story to Jitka, she had the spasms of laughing in her stomach and told me to write it down here...and she added that the haircut looked finally quite cool. You can judge on the photo below.
At the end one addition. Now it is two weeks from the story happened. Yesterday I was passing by that hairdresser's and it was canceled.
So, before reading, make a cup of tea because this is a long haidresser's story.
Because there was a need to shorten the field on my head I set off to the hairdresser's in Malaga. Normal price for cutting the hair is 15E in which can be included also washing and combing of hair, massage and other, price can increase up to 50E. So I was peeping about the prices at the haidresser's screens in the city. I liked one which had separated prices to cutting and the other, for cutting they wanted "just" 8E. After a short preparation with the Spanish dictionary I got to it.
The servis was puzzling from the beginning. There was a doorknob on the door from outside so as I tried to get inside a small, about 40 years old Vietnamese came to open the door. After classic "hola" she asked "cortar? [cut hair?]". As a native speaker I shot off "sí". In the room which didn't look like other haidresser's I had visited before was sitting one more young Vietnamese-guy and one Vietnames-women which could speak a little spanish as I realized later. Under the ceiling there was hanging TV in the corner where was going some Vietnamese action movie that time.
The women showed me the chair where I set down. With a strange Spanish I told her that I was a stranger so I didn't speak good Spanish. She nodded and probably thought that I was talking about her and told me that she "speaks a little". To my surprise she didn't ask how I want to be cut. She directly filled her palm with a shampoo and started to wash my head. Actually it was a massage. Everything was going on without a word in the background of the Vietnamese movie, from time to time the guy who was staring at me all the time sang quietly some song in mother language.
After scrubbing my head she moved me with the gestures to the wash basin where she washed my head and then I moved back to the chair. At a time she started to massage my head, neck and back so (with an idea of the huge bill) I told her that I just wanted to cut hair. She only grinned. The second women nodded to me at the mirror with a word "masaje [massage]". That moment I gave up everything. Firstly I was scared of the talk in Spanish but for Vietnamese language I wasn't prepared at all.
After five minutes long massage came my moment. During previous cure I forgot all the prepared words, but they would be anyway useless. I simply showed how long it should be and she began without saying a word. The scissors was probably after her grandmother but it wasn't a problem because most of the work she managed with a machine without any extension piece. Then she shaved my neck with a dry cutthroat razor, this time I rather didn't look in the mirror. After she found it finished she took me again to the wash-basin and washed my hair and then she dried the hair with a drier of the small harpoon size. Finally she found in the drawer the Vietnamese gel (probably from old reserves) which looked like a lipstick in the plastic hollow cylinder about 8cm in diameter and ran with it across my head till it was totally slimy. That time I was just thinking how I explain to the guy that I have just 20E with me and that I just wanted to cut the hair. After all the woman's gesture took me out of the chair, in the room appeared new old women who clinked the cash desk and on the display appeared 9.50E.
With an ease I went back to the flat where I was trying to wash away the waxy layer from my head, finally I removed it partially with the towel. As I was telling the story to Jitka, she had the spasms of laughing in her stomach and told me to write it down here...and she added that the haircut looked finally quite cool. You can judge on the photo below.
At the end one addition. Now it is two weeks from the story happened. Yesterday I was passing by that hairdresser's and it was canceled.
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