Wednesday, February 23/2011

Haircuts part two. We go earlier this morning, by 9:30, but wait until nearly eleven. In part it's the usual Cypriot problem. In theory there's a queue but in practice the tribal system takes over, with friends, relatives, friends of relatives and relatives of friends taking precedence. Not speaking Greek is no asset, both because we can't (though probably wouldn't) engage in special pleading and because we don't pick up on what pleas and promises have been made. I usually simply take a book but with J there as well I'm too polite to sit and read it. And why do we do it? The man is cheap (€10 for my haircut and €5 for J's) and he's very good.

Over to our café afterward for Cyprus coffees, sporting our new haircuts, though with sunglasses designed for preventing ocular deterioration rather than displaying status.