Who doesn’t love a good bazaar?
It was in Kyrgyzstan in 2008 that I discovered how much of a local’s life revolves around these crazy outdoor Wal-Marts. If you want food, you shop at the bazaar. If you want new clothes (affordable ones), you hit up the bazaar. If you want your shoes repaired, you better believe you can do that at the bazaar, too.
In all this time, I guess I never considered doing one thing at the bazaar…
…getting a haircut.
Yes, at the bazaar!
I thought it was crazy, too!
My pal Erica calls Bishkek home these days, and she’s made some awesome local friends over the months and years. It just so happens that she also has a preferred hair stylist — one who happens to work out of a shipping container converted into hair salon in Bishkek’s Osh Bazaar.
Pat instigated this whole adventure.
Being about a month or so into our Silk Roadistan trip, his hair was getting a little on the wild side. I had already told him of my super awesome haircut that I received back in 2008 while living in Bishkek, so he sort of had the idea he would waltz into a shop and get it done himself, but…
He doesn’t speak Russian, and I wanted to make sure we went to a good place so he wasn’t upset afterwards. He takes his haircuts very seriously – hehe.
When hanging around with Erica and her friends, Pat dropped the question of where he could get his hair cut, and that’s when a date was set, I also got booked in, and the haircut adventure to the bazaar began!
The Haircuts Begin!
We traveled as a group to the Osh Bazaar, twisting and turning through rows of market stalls selling everything from Kyrgyz souvenirs to hunting gear until we reached a section of a few shipping containers next to a larger building. That’s about all the description I can give of where this place is located without taking you there myself!
Pat went first.
You could tell that some loving care went into shaping that cut around his ears and on the back of his neck. Verdict = great cut.
Then I went. I had no idea what I wanted, expected, or needed; I was simply along for the ride.
After a bit of help with translations from two lovely ladies, we, as a group, set off to wander through the bazaar to find… the hair dye shop! The entire group gave their 2 cents and helped to pick out a color for me before heading back to the salon.
I then proceeded to get my hair dyed, cut, and fully blowed dry for a handful of dollars. Literally a handful! I know. It went a little something like this:
Pat instigated this whole adventure, and I thank him for that! Most importantly I thank Erica and her lovely friends for being so awesome!