I’ve had my third pedicure in my life today (one in Hungary, one in Brazil, and one in Ghana). This was decidedly the least posh of the three, but the most fun. The beauty salon was a few pieces of wood holding up a corrugated tin roof next to a large, busy road. I sat on a wooden bench, cramped in next to 2 women getting their hair braided. Since we were up a slope from the road, I had the impression that all the cars below could look up my skirt (that wasn’t the fun part). Spare pieces of fake and real hair blew all over me, but it was fascinating to watch the intricate process of adding synthetic hair in layers to braided hair. If they were doing it to me, I would probably complain about the pain to my scalp.
I choose a light pink color out of about 30 choices, and the girl started applying the many layers to my toes. I wanted to tell her to let it dry between the layers, but she didn’t seem to speak English. So I walked home with soggy toes. But they are pretty, and the whole experience cost less than $2.