Hilton hotels are a five star international chain, so surely the hairdressing salons that they contain should be indistinguishable right?
I wonder if anything in the salon reveals its Ethiopian location.
Maybe the missing handle on the drawer in front of me, or the two light bulbs that need replacing around the mirror gave it away.
The hairdresser glanced at my hair. “Same colour!” he announced as he departed. He reappeared a couple of minutes later, vigorously stirring a generous amount of dark grey gloop in a plastic container.