1. Take one handsome bearded man.
2. Follow the recommendation of the hotel staff.
3. Experience one of the highlights of Turkey.
It was time to venture into a barber shop for a Turkish shave, or in this instance, a Kurdish shave.
After establishing in travel sign language what I wanted, I sat in the chair and waited for the fun to begin..
I must have been the first bald man they had ever met, as it caused a lot of amusement when they came to cut my hair. To be fair, Kurdish men have a lot of hair. After a quick shave of the head, it was time for the razor.
Under the slow glide of the steel on my skin, I sat very still.
I had planned on keeping a moustache, in my mind thinking I would look more ‘local’ or cool but Kristen quickly vetoed my idea and so off it came.
I thought that was it and so what came next was a bit of a surprise. What’s he doing with the lighter? Oh, he’s just burning off my ear and nose hairs. Don’t try this at home people. This was followed by a face mask treatment, a shine of the head (I’m not kidding – there was even a special lotion), and it ended with a splash of aftershave.
There wasn’t a hair left on my head. It was a fun experience and cost the princely sum of $10. I wasn’t sure I’d like it but it was great and I’d go regularly if I could. I’ll have to find a Turkish barber when we get back to Sydney!