In all my exploration of Guangzhou, I had to remind myself that food was very essential for me to have the energy to work and move around and so from time to time I would take a moment to relax and feast on the Chinese cuisine.
"Hǎo de," I stammered, suddenly feeling a little nervous. As I was led into the hair washing room – all black pleather-clad walls and low-level lighting - I frantically scanned my memory for any hair-dressing related Chinese vocabulary I might have picked up. I had none.
As I lay on the very comfortable chair, having my hair washed, rinsed, washed, rinsed and washed, rinsed again I observed my fellow customers. "Yep," I thought. "They all have lovely straight, well-behaved hair. Good luck with my mane of curly unruliness Alan."
The experience with China in the skies and China at the majestic airport was done and it was now time for me to discover Guangzhou, the China I had come to see.