We took the day off in town. Arthur could barely walk from the hike yesterday. I wasn’t feeling great myself. I also got a haircut. It wasn’t the style I asked for. However, I was not surprised. I’m convinced the man cutting my hair was high on some sort of drug. Most likely Khat, a popular stimulant in this area of the world. His hands were shaking violently and he was cutting my hair frantically. I was thankful it looked somewhat even when he was finished.
The man who tuned my bike and his family/friends