. The cut throat shave I was expecting, the WAXXING of my cheeks and THREADING of the leftover bits I WAS NOT EXPECTING. IT REALLY REALLY HURT AND I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE IN CAPITALS TO TRY AND EMPHASISE HOW MUCH IT REALLY DID HURT. The gathered audience confirmed that I looked about 15 years younger so I did not complain and paid up happily. We walked down to the restaurant which we had collected the business card of about 5 times over the last few days, and finally shut them up by agreeing to join them for supper. They really looked after us, even serving me a beer in a childs plastic cup to disguise the fact that it was beer (it was an unlicensed restaurant). The food was excellent and the waiters even better. Last night out with the folks was a really good one, feeling a bit sad I will not see them for a few more months, however, so pleased that they have had a holiday to remember.
Breakfast is always fun at Harmony Hostel. There is always someone to talk to and this mornings gathering of New Zealand, Germany, Denmark, Spain, Salisbury and Kent was good chat. We helped Gareth try and sort out a route on his rickety bike back to Sofia and enjoyed the increasing eccentricity of Philip the German. After breakfast we struggled to get our heads around the India trip (which starts on Monday!) and how we are going to get all of our gear stuffed into hand luggage (I think they may notice a bicycle). Met up with Neville seniors after lunch and set off for The Grand Bazaar. My goodness, it was hectic. Very enthusiastic salesmen would try all sorts to corner you in their shops, the banter was good fun (mostly) and Pops Neville very much enjoyed the bartering. Gifts purchased we tried to find our way out of the maze, an hour or so later we found open air and the relative calmness of Galata Bridge. It was a time for a sit down at which point Polly and Mum reminded me that I should sit down in a Barbers chair. As they sipped on a beer I was tortured by a very skilled hair mechanic