Every time I have been traveling I have had some form of hair disaster. My first traveling hair disaster happened just before I set off. I was nineteen and about to embark on my gap year in Australia and I'd booked my hair appointment for the morning after my leaving night out. Part way through the appointment I had to be sick and so my perfect hair was rushed and the rich red colour turned out a little more pinkish.
The colour faded so quickly that I had to dye it brown myself a few weeks later and having never dyed my hair before I wasn’t surprised when I found flashes of pinkish colour. I’ve actually managed to make it sound quite cool but trust me, it was not.