I look at my watch; 6:30... ikeru , I think to myself...cutting my hair shouldn't take more than 20 minutes...I’ll be back at my new host’s house by 7, in time for a delicious dinner... Takeuchi is the name of the barber... Hmm , the same as the last name of my classmate...funny . I enter, greeted by several middle aged men and ladies; a few busy with cutting hair. I sit down on one of the chairs, and a man approaches me. He puts a pink towel around my neck and wraps a large white blanket around my body. Shitsureishimasu ... My haircut. The chair turns with an electric buzz and the mirror in front of me turns into a sink. The man washes my hair and I’m in cloud nine. His magical hands send sensual waves throughout my neck and body. All too soon the sink disappears and I’m brought down from the clouds. He brings a few magazines and asks me which hairstyle is the best. I ask him to just cut my hair normally; Futsuuni kitte kuremasuk...