I tell you, one of the things I can’t wait to go back to Egypt for is my favorite beauty center.
I don’t remember how I discovered it – it was probably just because I lived nearby and ended up there when I saw the inviting “Lebanese beauty center” sign on the first floor of a building on Shahab Street, picturing two beautiful smoky eyes.
Okay so let me explain something first. In Cairo you can find the best and the worst version of nearly anything, and this of course applies to beauty centers as well. As much as I would never enter one of those overpriced rich-expat-trap spa’s with fake Italian/French/American names, I learnt to my cost that the über cheap ones are not the place to be either.
One day I thought that for once I could be unfaithful to my beloved Lebanese beauty center, and I paid the consequences – I was too lazy to take a taxi all the way to Shahab Street again, now that I moved to another neighborhood, and I was told there was a cheaper place just a few blocks from my building… so why not trying?
The fact that the shop was old, falling apart and… dirty didn’t really discourage me as I am not very fussy. I was still hoping that the room upstairs, the “wax room”, was better than the hairdressing room I entered first.
The woman made me lay on a couch with holes in it, without even a layer of paper on it, and I was already grossed out by thinking about who laid there before and… ewww don’t make me think further.
If this wasn’t enough, that was the most painful wax of my life. She was pushing the way too dry halawa (Middle Eastern version of wax) on my bones in an almost violent way, so I escaped before she moved to more sensitive areas.
Ciao ciao, maasalama.
I jumped on a taxi and with pleasure paid my 10 extra pounds for it, and finally entered the Lebanese beauty center as if it was paradise. Never again. I will never cheat on you again, I promise!
Here comes Heba – my favorite esthetician in the beauty center. I always ask for her when I go.
She’s deaf-mute. I don’t know if this makes me look like a bad person but I feel very comfortable with it, as I am not forced to try and speak Arabic with her. We speak the international language of signs, and we communicate perfectly.
I wave my hands like this and that (hey remember I am an Italian so I have a complete vocabulary in these 2 hands of mine!) and she understands, and answers back. What more do I need?
What I like about this beauty center is that it’s on the first floor of a building so it’s very quiet and you have all the privacy. It’s big, quite modern and not dirty.
There are many girls working in it and they never seem too busy, so they are not in a rush either. They are super accurate with their job, and I love spending all the time I need in there.
If I am lucky, while I get my manicure I can see a bride getting her wedding make up done. I see women entering the shop and taking off their hijabs, away from the looks of men. They look at me and smile and I smile back.
I just love it.
And well, the greatest surprise is at the counter – last time I went, I had a full body wax, manicure, pedicure, eyebrows threading and a lot of fun for less than €20.
Did you ever go to a beauty center abroad? Any interesting experience/technique to tell?