Drama Drama Drama!

I have been having quiet the Drama with hairdressers in Kathmandu... After the HOli celebrations my hair went multicoloured, bright red, orange and yellow... i pretty much looked like a clown and it was clinging to the bleach in my hair and didnt look like it was going anywhere anytime soon... so i made the huge mistake of trusting someone to dye my hair in Nepal... So first I went and tried getting it died my natural mousey brown colour to cover up the rainbow in my hair... after an hour in the chair it turned up pretty much the exact same colour that it was when I first came in but turned the rest of my hair a goldy yellow... GREAT! so I went to the nest salon.. a sketchy one at that... the guy didnt speak english but he was one of the only places that actually had bleach in his saolon so i thought i would brave it out... I pretty much had to teach him how to highlight my hair and roll it in tinfoil, almost doing his job for him While holding a candle because the power went out... after 3 hours in that salon i came out with almost normal hair but the orange red colour had now turned pink with the bleach and the places that did not have bleach were still the grungy gold colour.. I though i might just be able to suck up this awfull hair but i got too caried away into my vanity and went back a week later (yesterday) and handed him a letter written in nepalese telling him that i am not satisfied and need to get it fixed for free... of coarse this didnt work because i am in Nepal and nothing is free..
From what i understood from the little nepal and handgestures i know the hairdresser thought we should just bleach my whole head.. i thought this might just work because the blonde that came out last time was pretty nice... HUGE MISTAKE! another 2 hours sitting in the salon chair and my hair is yellow... a bright white/yellow. At first i laughed at my reflection because that was the only expression i could come up with. i am a clown. I then freaked out saying they need to fix it, dye it black or something, ANYTHING but this! i cried, called my friends in a frenzy and the manager got involved telling me his hairdresser is not an expert and its not his fualt... NOT AN EXPERT!? WHY THE HELL IS HE WORKING HERE THAN!. yes it is Nepal, i must not forget. So you may notice in a few pictures coming up that i post that i now have yellow/white hair.. and now you know the long process in how i got into this mess.
Wow that was far too long of a story about my vanity, but there it is!

After the mess in the salon and having a good laugh at my new hair, my nepalese friends, the girls and I went out to a live rock concert in Durbur Square. All eyes were on us as we let loose a little throwing in the odd air guitar dance and head bang. It was huge, and everyone was just loving the music. When we left to head back to our guesthouse There was a huge bang that came from behind us that sounded like gun shots. I looked behind to find the massive metal barricades that were holding everyone in the concert were falling down in a domino effect and crushing people as it came down. Everyone was screaming and running, terribfied that they too weill be crushed, if not from the baricades than from the other people running. We all latched on to eachother and Bolted as fast as we could through the crowd. It was quiet scary and although not as catastrophic in any sense, reminded me of when i saw people running away as the twin towers were falling down on th news. We got out of it safely but i have yet to find out the damage, i am sure there was a few people who would have been crushed...

This morning We woke up at 5:30 to catch our bus to Pokhara and just as we sat down on our bus we were told that we cant go today because there is a strike on the roads and we cannot pass.. So just as well we got breakfast and now you all get to hear the details of my rediculous hair drama.
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