Thursday, March 1, 2007
Waxing Off in New Delhi
filed under: Jet Sex by Lux Nightmare
From 2/18 to 2/25, Lux traveled through India, hitting up Delhi, Agra, and Varanasi. This week she reports back on her experiences.
The waxing was my sister’s idea.
Well, not the waxing, per se: it was my sister’s idea for me to go to a salon while in India.
“You can get whatever you’d have done in America for a fraction of the price,” she said.
I was the one who decided on waxing. It was really the only thing that held any interest for me: it’s not cheap in America (the place I go to, which is a serious bargain, runs me US$30 (tip included)), and I was due for my next session.
“Do they do, you know, everything?” I asked, unsure if a full Brazilian was de rigeur in New Delhi.
“Oh yeah,” my sister said. “Indian women hate hair.”
“They’ll probably do a really good job,” her boyfriend chimed in. “Indian women are pretty hairy.”
This is how I found myself in Khan Market, in a salon at the end of a busy alleyway. Looking at the price list, I found myself stunned: Rs125 (about US$3) for half legs. Rs300 (about US$7) for bikini.
At prices like these, I’d be crazy not to try it.
Usually I just get a Brazilian, but since I was feeling adventurous (and wealthy, given the prices), I figured I’d splurge and get my legs done too.
The woman led me upstairs to a private room (another new thing for me: in New York, my waxing is done behind a curtain in the semi-private “waxing room” of the salon). “Do you want a robe?” she asked.
I declined, indicating that I’d be fine in just my long shirt.
She instructed me to take off my bottoms and lay on the table.
The waxing itself was pretty standard: getting my legs done was a new and interesting experience, but hardly lifechanging. Likewise the bikini waxing: there were some differences from my normal experience, but that was likely due to differences in waxing technique more than something cultural.
What was different, and interesting, was the post-waxing cleanup. In my experience, this is where the waxer usually comes at you with a pair of tweezers, plucking out any stray hairs that may have been left behind by the hot wax. Hence my surprise when I saw the woman come at me with a spool of thread: but my confusion quickly turned to understanding when I remembered that, yes, I was in India, home of threading.
When it was done, she wiped me down and moisturized my legs, then took my downstairs to the cashier. With tip, my bill came to Rs477 (about US$11).
Days later, I’m still happy with my waxing. Man, if India weren’t on the other side of the globe, I’d get all my waxing done in Delhi.
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“Indian women are pretty hairy.”
Hah Hah