After nearly two weeks now I have begun to see that we are falling into roles on this trip. Emma does train and bus travel management. I do map reading and logistics (lifting bags) and medical services (to prevent Emma's Mum from worrying I'm glad to say nothing more than administering a few paracetomol so far!) I have also taken over translation as for some reason they struggle to understand Emma but with me they find it easier to understand what I am saying. After one such incident I could see Emma having to walk away laughing rather a lot. Upon asking her what was so funny she asked me why I put on a funny oriental/english accent when speaking to the natives. Not very pc and honestly not intentional but it does seem to work.
One of the opportunities that travelling gives you is time to take stock of your life and what to do in the future. After an interesting incident back in Tokyo, I have decided that my future career lies in hairdressing!
Before we went away Emma wanted to get her hair cut and shorten her lovley locks so making it easier to manage. Due to a very busy schedule she did not get the chance. After a few days it started to annoy her and so she decided to get it cut. After considering the potential language barrier issues with a Japanese stylist she asked the next best person, me, to cut 6 inches off her pony tail!! Now after the last hairdressing incident a few months ago (the yellow hair dying incident - Siobhain will recognise this as it was two weeks before her wedding to Emma's brother) and the upset that caused (not by me I hasten to add) I have to say I was more than a little nervous.
The first hurdle was finding scissors. After looking around for a while I remembered that I had my trusty old pen knife which included a small pair of scissors. After testing them on a peice of paper to make sure they were still sharp and a swig of something strong the scene was set for my masterpeice.
All was going well until I got to the middle of the ponytail where my thumb started to hurt and the scissors seemed to stop working, however I perservered and after several minutes of what can only be described as hacking the job was done.
The next few minutes were like a plastic surgeon waiting to take off the bandages whilst we looked for a mirror. I have to say I was pleased with my work, Emma stopped crying about an hour later (please see note below). It could have been worse and when she wears it up or under a hat no one would know. After a little wash and some basic trimming of the straddlers she proudly presented her new haircut at which point I
remarked "you look like Tracey Beaker" the popular BBC childrens character with fuzzy triangler hair. Yes we are still talking and Emma has become acustomed to her new look.
Note: Before a contract is taken out on me by friends and family of Emma, she is fine with her haircut. She loves it and no crying was involved during or after the procedure :)
Love Nicky Clark and Tracey Beaker