So I got my hair cut in turkey. Wanted a mullet but didn’t get one but did get my hair washed with bottled water. Kinda rockstar. Actually I’m upstairs in the salon, the smell of armpits fresh in the air, getting my hair washed by guy #1. makes me lean forward and starts rinsing my hair. Shampoos me up, water stops working, he panics calls some stuff on in Turkish…enter bottled water. I’m kinda scared inside kinda embarrassed but trying to stay positive cause how many times do you get your hair cut in turkey. Guy #2 comes and cuts my hair. He did a good job, not exactly what I wanted but good for the ship look. Guy #3 comes over washes my hair again and then styles it. Smell of armpit being blowdried into my face. Then I’m done, I give em 15 bucks and I’m a new man.
Aside from the hair cut we spent all day walking around Kusadasi. This port is amazing. It has everything Turkish and everything American so it’s a nice comforting blend. Next time we port there we are taking a taxi to the ancient ruin town of Ephisus and then going up the hill to see The Virgin Mary’s House. Can’t wait for that.
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