Finding a decent hairdresser when you live in the same place and speak the language is hard enough but imagine you keep moving from place to place and half the time you have to communicate by grunting and pointing. I have had the bucket hairdo, the mullet, the old lady and the just plain bad. Now I have a pathological fear equalled only by my fear of dentists (sorry Yamen!).
So, the choice now is to go to the only hairdresser I trust, who happens to be in Cyprus, a place I lived when I had no hair, or go on the search … again!