The Bicycle Barber

Every so often, this guy shows up behind our house:

I call him the bicycle barber. He rides up on his bike, pops out his kit of scissors and razors, and sets to work cutting the hair of the neighborhood men.

The photos aren't the clearest. I was sneaky and took photos with my telephoto lens through the bathroom window. Actually, I was just too lazy to walk outside.

Coming from a country where hair dressers have to go to school, get a license, and actually have a building in which to cut hair, I find this guy a little amusing. And, I am impressed by the ingenuity. Just because your $1 haircut fee can't buy you a salon doesn't mean you can't cut hair. 

Just take it to the streets.