Stoat - Where?

Munching on king crab’s legs in Sapporo, which are bigger than my hand!

Having a haircut is a bit of an ordeal in Japan and one I’ve tried to avoid as much as possible, with only 3 visits to the barber in nearly 2 years! My hair doesn’t usually get very long, though it does get bushy, but this week, having survived another 6 months or so, my boss started dropping not-too-subtle hints about things, so it was off to the barber’s once more. The first place I went to last year was a cool old guy who took pride in his work and luckily could follow the photograph I provided without any further instruction. Incidentally, if you don’t have a photo to show the barber or enough Japanese to explain precisely what you want, good night and good luck! You’re basically guaranteed to come out looking like Gareth from The Office, or worse, with a fashionable Japanese haircut that looks like a cross between a lion’s mane and the lead singer of 4 Non-Blondes. I don’t particularly want to change my hairstyle, but not being able to for fear of something even worse is strange. I feel like Dave Gorman, but trapped in my haircut.
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