Shorn

At 8:30 this morning our friend Wayne kindly picked us up in his Volkswagen and drove us to the barber shop in Zihuatanejo. He purchased a haircut for himself and then both Carol and I got ours. Needless to report, I am very pleased to have this matter attended to and it does feel cooler with shorter locks.

Mission Accomplished

Here is a photo of the Hair Salon ...

That's Carol inside getting her hair trimmed. The person who provides the service is Perla who has been studying for a while and now attends meetings and makes comments.

Once we were done there we decided to go for a proper breakfast at the restaurant called Bananas. The toast we had before leaving just didn't cut it. So here is a photo inside Bananas ...

Continuing on our errands we walked along a market area peopled by shopkeepers eager to sell souvenirs to tourists until we came to the shop of a tailor who couldn't care less about the tourist business. We sought him out because I wanted him to take in a pair of pants I need for the service. They were supposed to be my size when I bought them but the waist does not measure according to the tag they had when new. I got tired looking like I was wearing drawstring pants and hired this fellow to take in the waist to match my actual measurement which shall not be commented upon here. I await Saturday with great interest when I shall get to see the results my hundred-peso investment.

We returned from Zihuatanejo on a reasonably paced bus lacking super-hero insignia, but at our stop we strode past the familiar Hulk machine.

It was a seriously warm day and we drank muchos cold fluids.