We had some time once we arrived on Gallipoli Peninsular so after wandering round and having some food, we passed a Berber (barber shop) and decided that Ian probably needed a bit of a tidy up, so we went in. We broke up a bit of a party when we arrived, with three guys sitting round drinking beers in the Barber shop and watching some soccer game on an old, heavy frame TV.
Ian hopped up in the chair and gave his English instructions to the Turkish barber. I guess ' number two' is universal man language, because it all worked out pretty well. Once the buzz part was done, the guy got some scissors and began to taper in the neckline which ended up looking pretty good. Periodically he leaned over to take a swig of his beer, before setting it down again on the counter and carrying on. The first time he took a swig, Ian's eyebrows shot up, but hey, it's only hair.....
He proceeded to trim Ian's eyebrows, mustache, another swig, nose hair, back of the neck, another swig... Ian was slapped around the head a few times, which we are not sure weather it was supposed to be therapeutic for Ian, or possibly part of the Barbers alcohol fueled aggression. I missed the biffo, but the others saw him get cuffed across the side of the head a few times.
The only thing left was the ears, so (after another swig) the guy produced a lighter and proceeded to blowtorch the hair off Ian's ears! The smell was pretty woeful and I suspect the guy held a mouthful of beer to spit in the flames if things got out of hand.
When he stood up, we all had to agree he looked much tidier. Then it was Mike's turn. His hair is not a number two, more of a longer on top investment, so he was pretty reluctant to get in the chair of the drunken barber. Peer pressure is a potent fuel, so shortly he was in the chair and his hair was being trimmed. To be fair, the guy, amid swigs, did a really good job. Then he asked if Mike wanted a shampoo and since we had time, it was agreed. We looked around to see where the sinks were from our low position on well, well worn couch and all we could see was a sink not at all designed for washing hair.....
The barber pushes the chair directly toward it and Mike head gets put under the tap (think laundry tub) and the barber proceeds to half drown him whilst adding some soap concoction. He comes up from the tub looking like a cross between someone who has been in a dog laundry mixed with torture water boarding.
Anyway, we leave the barber to his fresh beer and leave with two tidier looking men and not a singe mark in sight.......pretty good really (apart from the slight wiff of that burnt hair smell floating on the breeze)
For the two of them it cost 25 Turkish lira, which is about 12 NZ dollars or converted to the barbers currency 3 1/2 beers.
Ian hopped up in the chair and gave his English instructions to the Turkish barber. I guess ' number two' is universal man language, because it all worked out pretty well. Once the buzz part was done, the guy got some scissors and began to taper in the neckline which ended up looking pretty good. Periodically he leaned over to take a swig of his beer, before setting it down again on the counter and carrying on. The first time he took a swig, Ian's eyebrows shot up, but hey, it's only hair.....
He proceeded to trim Ian's eyebrows, mustache, another swig, nose hair, back of the neck, another swig... Ian was slapped around the head a few times, which we are not sure weather it was supposed to be therapeutic for Ian, or possibly part of the Barbers alcohol fueled aggression. I missed the biffo, but the others saw him get cuffed across the side of the head a few times.
The only thing left was the ears, so (after another swig) the guy produced a lighter and proceeded to blowtorch the hair off Ian's ears! The smell was pretty woeful and I suspect the guy held a mouthful of beer to spit in the flames if things got out of hand.
When he stood up, we all had to agree he looked much tidier. Then it was Mike's turn. His hair is not a number two, more of a longer on top investment, so he was pretty reluctant to get in the chair of the drunken barber. Peer pressure is a potent fuel, so shortly he was in the chair and his hair was being trimmed. To be fair, the guy, amid swigs, did a really good job. Then he asked if Mike wanted a shampoo and since we had time, it was agreed. We looked around to see where the sinks were from our low position on well, well worn couch and all we could see was a sink not at all designed for washing hair.....
The barber pushes the chair directly toward it and Mike head gets put under the tap (think laundry tub) and the barber proceeds to half drown him whilst adding some soap concoction. He comes up from the tub looking like a cross between someone who has been in a dog laundry mixed with torture water boarding.
Anyway, we leave the barber to his fresh beer and leave with two tidier looking men and not a singe mark in sight.......pretty good really (apart from the slight wiff of that burnt hair smell floating on the breeze)
For the two of them it cost 25 Turkish lira, which is about 12 NZ dollars or converted to the barbers currency 3 1/2 beers.
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