A Domestic Day

This morning Ali and I hand washed our clothes on the roof of the youth hostel. The process seemed to last a millennia. Ali announced that she had decided to visit Guilin instead of Hong Kong. It was final. We were to separate for one week and rendez-vous in Kunming. I cut Ali's hair for the second nerve-racking time. She complained it was a little uneven. I reminded her that I wasn't a hair dresser and have intention of being one!