After a fantastic massage each, we wandered around Old Stone Town again to get another incredibly cheap and delicious lunch that cost only tuppence ha’penny. We passed the only barber shop we had seen thus far and decided to trim the ol’ hairy facial adornment. We were greeted at the door by a bloke wearing a ‘F..k You’ tshirt who proceeded to spend an hour creating a work of art on my mug. When a bloke with a ‘F..k You’ shirt holds a cut throat razor to your neck you sit jolly-well still!
Hahaha, Tod Sweeney in Old Stone Town hey?