Well, let’s take a guess before you ‘jump’ that thinking into acting: Like Turkish Taffey?????!!!! Forewarned is forearmed ;~}

Great travelogue– you lucky people! Am forwarding the link to my sister who is dreaming about doing the same with her new love-interest (who’s also into sailing and seeking company)– they’ll be inspired by
your journeying I’m sure.

Never fear, I try to get in several showers between haircuts. However, your comment did get me thinking – if a Turkish haircut is that invasive, what will a Turkish bath be like?

Rick

I’m a new friend of Bob’s so we’ve never met (even though, through your stories posted here– and Bob’s in which you’re mentioned, I’m catching glimspes).

At any rate, I enjoyed this story of your experience getting a haircut (certainly helped that so common an experience was romanticized by your ‘docking’ in Turkey.

I only hope (for, at least, Mary’s sake if not yours and those you break bread with on your journeying) that your creative ‘tradition’ doesn’t extend to bathing too. And, if it does– seein’ as how luxurious the haircut was– hope you make it a ‘Turkish Bath’!

And, let’s hear more from you….

On the other hand, if the young lady in the photo–the center of the photo–were the barber, it might improves Turkey’s GDP.

If she happened to be an Israeli, the political situation could rapidly improve. My fantasies will continue…but I need more time. I have to lie down now, Rick.

For the sake of any children reading this blog, and also sensitive older persons, I am glad you chose not to detail other possible pursuits of wild hairs awaiting your barber’s hungry razor.

I mean…it’s Turkey. Anything is possible.

Regards to Mary. Probably still laughing.

Bob