Kicking back

Trip Start Jul 13, 2006
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Trip End Jul 06, 2007


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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

We all fell in love with Kas (pronounced cash) even the guy who sang the muslim call to prayer 'rocked'. Our hotel had a roof top restaurant with a great view of the sea and we finally got down to some school work - you can only have so many field trip days after all.
In my almost 50 years on this planet I can't remember even once when I left either my home or any place for that matter, being stopped by a soldier with a machine gun and told "No go out now". So I really didn't have a repertoire of responses at the ready when I was stopped heading out for a morning run. I figured out pretty quick that arguing the point was probably not a good option. We found out later they were picking up one of the staff who had been stalling his mandatory 16 month army service.
We had a great day sea kayaking in Kakova with out Brit guide Dean. Great to get some exercise as we went over the ruins of the sunken city. Dean explained that these commuities had baths right at the docks. All incoming sailors had to have a bath first to help reduce sickness and disease.
Dean also mentioned he never shaved himself in Turkey, he always goes to the barber. The next day I was off on my shaving adventure. Everything was going great with my shave and then he reached for these cotton balls that were in this liquid. Now I should mention that my ears have always been fertile soil for hair. It might make an interesting 'comb over' some day, but I digress. Then he lit the balls on fire... this was getting interesting, then the barber touched them on my ears over and over, I guess to singe off the offending hair. It gave a whole new meaning to the phrase 'my ears are burning'.
After the shave and ear singeing, he gave me a great upper body massage which was very relaxing. Apparently he was just lulling me into a false sense of security because then he grabbed two hand fulls of my hair and lifted me up out of the chair by my scalp. I let out a not so manly yelp and he laughed. What is it about my hair and these Turks?
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