....wearing a paper bag over one's head. Get a much needed haircut.
Easier said than done. I've blogged several times about haircuts. I've had a few disasters and I've had some really good cuts, and I've taken some risks with new hairdressers.
I haven't been to the hairdressers since before I went to England at the beginning of December. I found a good hairdresser in Milas and was very happy with the way he cut my hair. More than a month ago I phoned to make an appointment with him, to be informed that he wasn't in that day. I phoned again the following week, to be told the same thing.
The next time we were in Milas, I called in to make an appointment with him. He wasn't there but an appointment was made for the following day. I was sure his name was Mehmet, and that's who I asked for. I knew I had a card somewhere at home with his name on it. The girl there said, no it's not Mehmet, it's Ahmet.
When I got home I found the card and sure enough, the name was Mehmet. Mr A phoned to query this and they informed him that Mehmet had left the salon several weeks before. Why couldn't they have said that in the first place. I guess they didn't want to lose a customer and hoped I wouldn't notice. Maybe Ahmet is a good hairdresser. Who knows? I cancelled my appointment on principle because I don't like being deceived.
So the weeks go by and my hair is becoming a mess. It doesn't matter too much during the winter because I never go anywhere and no-one notices in this village, but I'm going to England soon, and I can't do the whole journey wearing a paperbag over my head.
Last Saturday we went into Milas to do some shopping. We stopped at a pastane that we haven't previously used for tea and puaca. We parked the motorbike in a narrow side street. When we returned I noticed a small hair salon opposite. I don't know why I suddenly decided to go in and ask if I could get my hair cut, but in the past I have found that many of these tiny backstreet establishments contain the best hairdressers. There was only one hairdresser, with no assistants, doing everything. Washing hair, cutting, sweeping up, making tea. And there were three people waiting patiently. A good sign. We were advised to come back in an hour. So we did our shopping and then returned.
It turns out that this young guy, Umit, lives in our village and is the son of one of Mr A's friends. And he is a really good hairdresser. I am very pleased with the result...and it only cost 10 lira (about £3.60).
I'll stick with him...unless he decides to move on elsewhere...in which case it will be back to the paperbag until I find a suitable replacement.