Once I ended up in Johnnys Salon in Kathmandu and was halfway through one of the most memorable bad haircuts of my life (I had optimistically asked for a ‘shag’ cut) when I realised that the salon was actually operating as a front for a brothel.
getting a haircut in India
Don’t get mad, get a spa treatment
I am always very nervous of having my hair cut in strange places ever since the day I mistakenly rocked into a brothel in Kathmandu and asked for a shag (cut). It wasn’t until the Pimp of the place was attacking my hair with a pair of blunt scissors that I realised the salon was only a front and that my hair was in the hands of Johnny the pimp!