Tuesday, July 20, 2004


cape town, south africa

Right... so after a few too many drinks and some coaxing from the girls, Nick and I decided that it would be a good idea to bleach our hair. After picking up the stuff from Clicks, we got ourselves good and psyched up and started mixing the chemicals. 30 minutes later, Nick's hair is looking slightly more blonde than it did before and me... My hair was somewhere between an orange and a carrot. Fully rediculous. After toughing out one day at school and funny looks from people that weren't sure if they recognized me, I stopped at a local barber shop to see if it could be fixed. This guy seemed very convinced that he had the solution to my problem. "120 Rand and I'll fix all your problem". 1 hour later: Yellow. Full-on, Hulk Hogan-esque, bright yellow hair. I look like I'm growing a crop of Saskatchewan wheat on my head. I also look like a 16-year-old surf punk from SoCal (no offense to my friends in SoCal). I'm thinking about playing the part all the way and start talking like Bill and Ted. Interjecting in my politics tutorial with comments like: "That Mandela bro was a pretty gnarley dude huh?"

Maybe not.

On the brighter side, I went out on my first rockclimbing trip with the mountaineering club and everyone just assumed I was this hard-core adrenaline junkie from America. Must have been the accent...

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