We found some common ground, and I left looking a little less mountain man.
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A recount of my escapades as they happen real time during my adventures around the world
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
There is nothing like
Razor sharp steel, scraping the hairs off of your face. I just went for my first straight razor shave. What an experience, and so smooth. The cut was a little more difficult. I have troubleexplaining what I want in english. My barber didn't speak english, which solved that problem. Everyone off the street we grabbed to translate was also struggling. I am not picky, its just that I don't know what I want with hair. Well I do: shorter, simple, no maintenance, professional looks good when I roll out of bed. I'm just not sure what that means in terms of style.
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