Razor Ramblings - On Tour

For the final installment of this segment, I took my act to the captial and heart of India: New Delhi. As I perused the streets for a unique place to get my face hacked, I came to the realization that I had pretty much been shaved everywhere: under a mango tree, in a shop, on a box, on the banks of the Ganga.... Could I really find a place that was original?

What I settled on was a cement block on the sidewalk of a busy street in Dehi. Needless to say, I doubt too many foreigners had frequented this shave artist before. He was just as surprised to see me asking for a shave as I was to see him come running from halfway down the street. What he was doing that far away from his stall is anybody's guess.

Location: Cement block on a sidewalk
Number of Nicks: 1
Rating: 4/5

At the risk of repeating myself, I will just say that this "ballet dancer," as it were, had the "skills to pay the bills." My facial pores weren't all the receptive to a shave on this day, but the guy more than made up for that little problem. Sure, my chin area was a little irritated after, but the sheer lack of nicks negated any discomfort I experienced.

After getting up, I could feel the cold Delhi air (16 degrees celsius) against my face. I must say that I've never felt so good after coming face-to-face with a sharp blade. After doing the routine check of the face, I couldn't help but give kudos to the guy. "Badiya," I exclaimed ("good" in Hindi). A fitting end to four and a half months worth of not shaving myself.