1 Dollar Haircut

I was back Indonesia and having a small amount of free time on Sunday I was able get my hair cut for the lowest cost yet – 1 dollar.  This was quite satisfying to me as the last time I had to pay 70 dollars at the Zurich airport.  Without the assistance of my driver I would never have found the place as it was small.  The guy was young but appeared to know what he was doing, however I was a little concerned about the need for him to wear a mask.  He didn’t have it on when I entered the place and I googled it and this guy is up on his health and safety in the work place.  This is a new recommendation as hair particles can lodge themselves inside the nose and can cause infections.  When I tried to take an indiscreet photo he jumped in front and posed. 

The next work day starts at 6am and goes until 10pm – I can’t believe how late people are willing to sit in meetings which should have ended long ago.  The next day I only have to stay until 7pm – almost banker’s hours.

One thing of note on this trip was at the entrance to the plant I was visiting, where over 4’000 people are working.  Most of them come by either company bus or by scooter.  These give you an idea of how they packed together – in the shade.  I don’t think you could get yours out early if you wanted to.

After Indonesia I head to the Philippines.  The journey starts out with a 4 hour car ride (due to bad traffic).  I stopped for dinner at a restaurant recommended by the driver and invited him in for dinner and we listened to a band while we ate.  The food was good with one very spicy dish which he thought was very mild. I attempted some conversation but it is quite difficult although he did have good English we couldn’t find that much to talk about.  He has four kids aged 10 to 24 all of which live at home.  The oldest boy he said was not a good kid who only sits around and plays video games, while his girls are very good in school.    

I arrive at 11pm in the hotel in Surabaya only to leave for the airport at 4am for a 6am flight on China Air to Singapore.  The flight lands late and I am greeted by someone with my name on a sign to rush me to the next gate.  It is the first time that I am driven through the Singapore airport only to arrive in plenty of time.   The second leg is on Philippines Air and is uneventful and I am in the hotel by 4pm. 

My safety conscious barber 

too many scooters

The band at dinner