Typical of a guy to come up with a practical strategy to hairstyling but forgets that half the fun of visiting the hairdresser are the compliments and awe of your new perfectly styled head of hair. This way, you have a realistic idea of what you will be living with and it makes your hair easier to trim when you’re on the road. So no bouffant blow dry, no straightening and no bouncy fringe, just a simple cut. My brother suggests the first step towards a suitable hairstyle to encompass all aspects of travelling is to go to the hairdresser and ask them not to ’do’ your hair. With this in mind is it better to have longer hair that you can shove in to a ponytail? Also, many short hairstyles require maintenance which is not what you want when trekking and camping. As the China story above suggests, this is not really an attractive option for me in all senses of the phrase. Most people I ask about suitable female travelling hairstyles suggest cutting it short. Fair point, but I can’t pull off the Britney look and I’ve got to admit I’m a bit jealous of women who can, although arguably in the cold, extra hair on your head would be beneficial. My bro also reminded me how unattractive hair looks when it is stuck by sweat to someone’s forehead. A traveller called Clay concurred with my bro by suggesting people should “shave that shit”. My brother shaved off his immaculately straightened hair before he jetted off for a year and still to this day maintains that this is the best hairstyle for travelling for both guys and girls. The only saving grace about living on the outskirts of Beijing is that Beijing is home to a Tony and Guy hairdressers which, bearing in mind the above story and the exchange rate a couple of years ago, gave me a minor self-confidence boost as I could at the very least upkeep my blonde hair and read British fashion magazines at the same time. It took nearly eighteen months for me to feel normal again. I have a round face, slight double chin and limp hair so under no circumstance can I pull off short hair. There is a distinct reason that I ensure my hair is never shorter than shoulder length and this is because it looks horrendous. The hairdresser had not only humiliated me, she had violated me by taking off over half of the hair on my head. Once home I used my garden hose shower to de-curl only to find that I was now sporting a ‘v shob’ – a very short bob. I didn’t care if people saw me crying as long as they didn’t see the hair. It was irrelevant that I was living in an area where nobody knew who I was, I still bought a hat to wear for the two minute walk home. Bearing this in mind I was really quite surprised when my hair was being scrunched in a pot of wax and forced in to curls on top of my head. I took with me a clear picture of what I was after and learnt enough words to say what I wanted. Therefore it did not seem inconceivable to use the local hairdresser. When I journeyed to China for a year I was living in the middle of nowhere in a school completely immersed in real China. I’ve actually managed to make it sound quite cool but trust me, it was not. The colour faded so quickly that I had to dye it brown myself a few weeks later and having never dyed my hair before I wasn’t surprised when I found flashes of pinkish colour. Part way through the appointment I had to be sick and so my perfect hair was rushed and the rich red colour turned out a little more pinkish. I was nineteen and about to embark on a working holiday in Australia and I’d booked my hair appointment for the morning after my leaving night out. My first traveling hair disaster happened just before I set off. Every time I have been traveling I have had some form of hair disaster.
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