Beetlenut and haircut

The streets are covered in spit. Bloody looking bright red spit. It produced by chewing betal nut leaf caked in slaked lime. To this is added areca nut, tobacco and a few other ingredients

I think this is areca nut on the left. You would realize very quickly if grabbed from the wrong basket

All the walking and my ankle was killing me. I had this great idea which did not involve nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory pills or creams.

There are these little stores everywhere selling betal nut. If it was good enough for our taxi drivers it was good enough for me.
Lets give it a go.

It was a pensive start. It did not help the locals were staring at me. Not sure what they expected to happen. 

It tasted Ok but produced lots of saliva. You are not meant to swallow so ended up spitting in the gutter then later on in a skip. It looked like I had been munching on raw liver and my teeth were stained red. The girls were disgusted with me. The effect was about the same as drinking a larger pint. I still had a sore ankle but a little buzz to carry on walking

So we carried on exploring the streets of Yagon. Glynis finds a barber for me and ushers me into his shop. I walk in and see the barbers chair in the middle of the room but wait, something seems off. I am not sure why and bettlenut juice is not helping. I step back out of the shop to read the signage above the shop. I can definitely make out the word Dentist.  So glad I never sat in that chair. At what point would I realize that my haircut was taking an ominous turn.

 

Haircut...no dentist.