The tradition of haircuts abroad continued. This time, I was in Baku. I opened the door of a barbershop in the basement of a building near the Hyatt Regency. Inside, there were two chairs, but no one was there. I heard the familiar sound of NFL Live as I asked if anyone was home.
A man came out and told me it would be a minute before the barber came. When he arrived, I was told to take a seat. While waiting for my haircut to begin, the barber switched on the overhead lights, turned on chill house, and put football on the tele.
Since he did not speak English or Russian, I communicated with simple sign language what I needed. 1 on the top and fade on the side. Typically, this haircut only takes a few minutes, but I was there for thirty.