Wednesday 29th April 2009

We did a presentation for IDT on creating new experiences for the blind. It was an enjoyable assignment on the whole because we had a lot of fun discussing and coming up with interesting ideas.

There was still time before night falls, so Eunice, Pei Yu, Carolyn and I called our buddy up and tried to ask if there was any good hair salon around. We followed her directions and on the way we saw quite a few but they did not look welcoming enough, due to the fact that the store was small and gloomy. They looked very sloppy from the outside. We walked quite far, past the bus interchange. The store which stood in front of us was now more decent, but we were not too sure if it was a hair salon. We hesitated for quite some time before heading in to ask.



What I realized was that we mind a lot about the appearance of the shop. This salon, as compared to the rest, was more spacious, and it had a clean look with white paint on the outside. It gave us a feeling that it was trustworthy. I guess it is because we have all heard about Eunice’s mother’s friend’s encounter. She had a haircut at a salon in Chinatown which was set up by a lady from China. Days after, she realized a lot of hair has dropped. Unsure about what was wrong with her scalp, she consulted a doctor. She was told that the scissors might have been dirty, thus causing her scalp to get infected. It has caused her to be bald as the scalp needed time to recover. It frightened us quite a bit. After all, who would want to have their scalp infected by just merely cutting and trimming?





Nevertheless, we were all very satisfied with our haircut. It was a man who did our hair. He was very meticulous and patient. He was also very friendly as he initiated a conversation by asking where we were from. I noticed that people in China, no matter what job they are holding, whether is it a salesgirl, taxi driver, or stall vendors, they are very friendly and they love chatting. Everywhere we go, there will be traces because we are not locals and people here are very amazed by the way we speak (they claimed it was like Korean), we behave and dress. So, word spreads fast in Dalian? Maybe.

I shall end this post with a few photos taken during our free time. ;)