I finally submitted to a hair trimming after eight months of stuffing it into a rubber band. Way in the back of my head, the poor unassuming stylist found a big fat old dread lock. Just sitting there. Mocking me and my rubber band. I had a dread lock, and I didn't even know it.
I am a real backpacker! I thought the constant indulgent dinners denied me that claim. But the dread lock absolutely cancels those out. Cool.
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Don't forget your membership in the Permenantly Unclean Club...that pretty much insures you a place in the backpacker hall of fame.
- Pete
(witness to the Ganges incident)
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