A Timor-leste haircut

 I was dreading my first haircut. Even though I only have a modest amount of hair it needs to be cut correctly so it doesn't stick up and look even worse. I randomly picked a salon and got maybe the best haircut of my life. It certainly was the longest. They washed my hair, massaged my head, carefully cut and layered my hair, washed my hair again, massaged my scalp and then styled the finished product. The whole process took 1 hour. I was then charged $7 for the experience. I left a generous $1 tip.

 We had an appointment to meet with the landlord of our building. In addition he is a general contractor and we needed to make a maintenance agreements. Like many others here he was horribly late. When he finally did show up we only got part of our business done and then he left to pick up his daughter without even telling us he was leaving. This is a photo we are patiently waiting for him to return. We gave up after half an hour

Our landlord was going to meet with us so we could borrow one of his ladders. We needed to hang a sign advertising our English classes. Since he showed up so late we had to pile two church tables together to get high enough to tie on the sign. The hazard here is the barbed wire on top of the wall around the church.

Our next big challenge is to begin teaching English classes. The sister who was here before us was a professional and much experience english-as-a-second-language teacher. We barely know the difference between a verb and a noun. Luckily our students won't feel jipped by the price.