it was time. it was a tad uncomfortable at the belarussian border, being scrutinised by two massive dudes for ten minutes, because i look nothing like my passport photo. i could see them thinking: how can we get him to bribe us? in the end, they let us get back to sleep at 2am.
we walked into the hairdressing school. we didnt speak czech and they knew nary a word of english. what could possiblz go wrong? for forty czech crowns (less than three bucks) i got a short brunette with a nose stud, and gal got a tall blonde. my student got to tick off hair-trimming, beard-cutting and using the clipper - what a model customer i am! it was a bit lumpy, but in a week, you won´t be able to tell anyway.
prague was gorgeous and full of energy. i loved it.
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