blonde in bangkok

12 June 2016

I did it. I finally did it.

Got a bamboo tattoo?

Spoke enough tonally correct thai for a thai native to understand?

Climbed to the top of Ghost Tower?

No. No. And No.

I got my hair colored.

You may say this is no big deal, that in fact, this isn't even a blogworthy post, but to all you naysayers out there, I say, hear me out.

First and foremost, I'm blonde. I was born blonde and therefore have lived twenty something years of my life as such. I'm now living in Thailand. How many thais do you know that are blonde? Actually blonde? None. That's right. Me either.

Now, how many thais do you know that are fake blonde? None. That's right, you live in America. Well, here in Thailand, there are two ways to become fake blonde. One way is to use box color. After reviewing my options at the local supermarket I decided against the box for obvious reasons.

Option two is to go to a thai salon and ask for blonde coloring, at which point the hairdressers get all excited and giddy. They assure you they can do a blonde job, even though they never get to touch the stuff. 40 minutes later and you're walking out with a color strange enough to force Lady Gaga to do a double take. 

(I'll spare you the photos of my coworker's botched blonde)

So what is an actual blonde like me, supposed to do? Go to Pam Anderson Salon of course. I was obviously very skeptical when I heard about this, but a thai who's got enough wit to name her salon after a blonde bombshell in american popculture deserves a shot, right? Right. Pam Anderson is doing it right in more ways than one. Firstly, she offers patrons the equivalence of a couch to lie on while their heads are being shampooed and conditioned. Secondly, she offers a standard 30 minute head massage. And lastly, she offers it at an unbelievably affordable price. 

Let it be known that this blonde did not get botched in Bangkok!