One of the fun things about traveling is you can do like the locals do. I suppose one could do these same things at home but it loses a certain quality. And in that vein, one of my favourite things about the men here is their moustaches. It’s like every month is Movember. So when I woke up at 11:30 this morning I decided that I would visit one of the many barber shops in town and attempt to go native.
Navigating the barber shop was an experience in itself. While I was able to communicate which part of my head I wanted him to groom, I was having problems conveying the other parameters (straight razor the neck, trim the beard, local the mo).
Careful, I need that neck.
Lucky for me one of the other customers was able to help. I spoke to him in German, he spoke to his wife in English and then she translated into Turkish for the barber. We all had a lot of fun, shooting the breeze, snapping selfies, and trying to figure out why I didn’t just speak to the wife in English.
In the end we all managed to achieve what I can only describe as “Full Borat”… albeit over a decade since the film was released.
It’s never too late, right?
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Die Hard Three 
LOL!!!! 😀 😀
You like that, eh? 😉