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The by far most common question I get from people on the streets, that I don’t know, is this: “Is that your real hair?”. After that usually some follow up questions… I guess it’s a ice-breaker but it’s getting darn old… So I thought I write a FAQ about my hair.

Is that your real hair?
– Of course it is, what did you expect? Me using some kind of a stone-age-wig?

Do you use hair extenders?
– No… I didn’t even know that was possible, but apparently you can make your hair longer by some kind of the black magic that are going on in haircutting studios…

Your hair must be very dirty.. and variations of that
– Well possibly, but I do wash it… I don’t quite like to have dirty hair…

How do you wash that hair?
– Kind of like you would wash a sponge, I try to not use shampoo that contains silicone (silicone is what sticks to the surface of your hair and makes it look shiny and “clean”), and I don’t want perfumes and unnecessary chemicals, I quite like baby shampoo…

How long does it take to dry?
– To stop dripping about an hour, to be really dry about 6 hours or sometimes more.

Why did you make that hair?
I kind of wanted longer hair, I had short hair for the first 30 years of my life and wanted to do something different… My hair is really curly and i untangled it every day the first weeks and then I kind of just gave up and let it free…

How did you make that hair?
– Actually I didn’t do anything at all… I decided to let it grow longer when I lived and studied in Karis, in southern Finland, the water there was much harder then the water up here and it really just happened… (it was over 5 years ago though)

Follow up question: So you didn’t wash it…
– I wish I would get rid of that idea… If you don’t wash your hair it becomes slippery and does NOT clump together…

Are you planning to cut it off?
– Yes eventually, sometimes I like it and sometimes it’s just really much in my eyes and annoying… The thing is that it took 5 years to get this long dreads and cutting them is a big decision…


Hello again… it’s a bit late but I just have to write while I’m a bit pissed off… =)

I went for a long walk, some 21.5km or so. It was a bit heavy because I haven’t walked that much lately but oh so nice… The walking was not the reason why I’m annoyed but after about 16 km I sat down on a bench for a little while to rest my legs that started to feel like they didn’t want to go on much further and after maybe two minutes or so two big angry looking Finnish speaking men came out of the bushes, I hadn’t seen any other people for 16 kilometers so I got a bit of a scare… Anyway they came right up to me and asked if I had been throwing firecrackers, I told them that I haven’t been throwing any firecrackers, so he the bigger one asked what’s my name and I decided that I didn’t wanna tell him, then he asked where I live and I told him, That’s not really a secret… So then he asked if I’ve been throwing firecrackers, and I told him again that no I am a bit old to be throwing firecrackers, I’ve been exercising, I even told him that I can prove EXACTLY where I’ve been all the evening and showed him the GPS track.. Then he said that there has been someone throwing firecrackers and they can’t sleep, and that it was me. I said no I haven’t been throwing firecrackers… A third man came walking on the road, he also looked rather menacing, the one I’ve been talking to shouted at him that they found the guy throwing firecrackers… and I told the third man that I have not been throwing any firecrackers and I can show him exactly where I’ve been, he asked what I was doing with a GPS… I told him that I’ve been exercising, that I just sat down on the bench to rest… then he asked if I was alone, Yes, and where my friends are, No I’m alone, and that people need to sleep and I shouldn’t be throwing firecrackers… I told them that I haven’t been throwing and *bleep* firecrackers… that I am a bit too old to be throwing firecrackers… Obviously he wanted to know how old I was and where I lived, I told him, and he wondered if I knew someone with a Finnish name that I’ve never heard of and can’t recall, No, then he said “Velo-moto” (that is a shop in our village that sells motorbikes) and I said Yes… That made him somewhat satisfied… The old man also said that he would let his dog out and if anyone (he meant me) came back the dog would sure make it hard to throw firecrackers… and so on and on…
They finally “let me go” but in their heads they got the guy that was throwing firecrackers, no doubt about that… just as a note, I haven’t thrown a firecracker in at least ten years…

Above is the track and below is speed profiles,
you can see the drop where I was stopped by the firecracker-maffia

EDIT: I thought I was finished with this rant but actually I feel like I want to say more, It’s so annoying that everyone seem to thing that I am some sort of criminal just because I like being out during that night, I happen to like the night, is there some law or something that is stating that you can’t be out during the night without any real valid reason then I am not aware of that… so why am I always the one that is the usual suspect, is it my looks that is the reason, I have rather long natural dreadlocks… if that is the case it’s discrimination… I can have dreadlocks if I want to…

The real problems are the hundreds of drunk people… but I am not drinking… shit I am not even eating meat… I’m totally a pacifist… what is wrong with you people..? Leave me alone, ok?

Good night.

March 2018
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