Hair to Stay

It's been nearly 4 months since my last hair cut,  my tresses are showing signs of stress and my feet are a disgrace.  They mirror the inner turmoil of having one's comfy life turned upside down so a trip to Kuaför Huriye is on the cards.  When I lived in Sussex, I had my hair cut by the wonderful, talented Martin, a ukelele playing, master snipper who would roar up in his Audi TT and turn our conservatory into a hair salon, leaving me 4 hours later with golden highlights and bouncy curls.  I don't like having my hair cut and hate sitting in salons so always put off the inevitable for as long as possible but when all is changing, it's a comfort to stick with the familiar and Huriye and I go way back.  I had my first Bodrum haircut in 1982, in Ayten's salon opposite the marina  (it's still there), and junior Huriye washed my hair with water scooped from buckets in a space no bigger than a cupboard that was accessed from the street rather than the rest of the salon. Sometimes there was electricity to use the hairdryers and sometimes there wasn't.  When Huriye opened her own salon, I followed. While pregnant with her son Mustafa she carried on cutting hair which maybe explains his skill with the scissors.  Her present salon is on the harbour and any time waiting can be well spent on the flower decked balcony watching waterfront life pass by.  A wash, cut, blow dry and pedicure takes 30 minutes will set you back just under 60 TL  (20 US $). As I write this, I  take comfort looking at my polished toes and knowing that at least I have control over something in life.