Chez le barbier

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En Turquie, traditionnellement, les coiffeurs pour hommes et pour femmes sont séparés, et sont spécialisés.
Le mot français "kuaför" est utilisé pour les femmes, et "berber" (barbier) pour les hommes.
Après 3 semaines de vélo, de chaleur et de camping, il fallait bien se rendre présentable. Surtout, il faut tester les coutumes locales !
Ma coupe fut très réussie, aussi parce que je pouvais montrer ce que je voulais et ensuite faire confiance.

Andrew, quant à lui, a vécu un moment assez drôle, étant crispé lorsqu'il confie sa tête à quelqu'un d'autre ! Les difficultés de communication ont renforcé le comique de la situation.

Nous nous sommes tous les deux fait épiler les joues à la cire, et brûler les poils des oreilles. Comme on le devine sur la photo, Andrew n'est pas très rassuré !

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