Getting a Haircut in Istanbul

12 September 2012 · 13 comments

Tonight, I got the best shave and haircut of my life.

One of the things I like to do when I travel is to get my hair cut in other countries. I’ve also become accustomed to getting a shave. (A professional shave can be expensive in the U.S., but it’s surprisingly cheap elsewhere in the world.)

In Cusco, Peru, I asked for a shave at the hotel salon. It was terrible. The woman was very nice, but she had no idea what she was doing. She shaved my entire beard using teen tiny amounts of shaving cream. It was essentially a dry shave, and it hurt like hell.

Getting a Shave in Cuzco
I had a nice chat with this woman, but the shave was miserable

I had to finish the job myself back in the hotel room. It was a miserable experience.

A few weeks later, though, I had a great haircut from a young man in La Paz, Bolivia. We tried to talk to each other, but my Spanish was just too weak. (Though it was better than his English.) The haircut was great and only cost about $7 US, including tip.

Getting my hair cut in Bolivia
Getting my hair cut in Bolivia

So, of course, I told Nick that one of my goals while we’re in Istanbul is to get a shave and haircut. I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

But today after we toured the Dolmabahçe Palace, we took the funicular up to Taksim Square. From there, we walked down İstiklâl Caddesi, a pedestrian mall lined with shops and restaurants. The place was jam-packed, but the side streets were much more interesting and much less crowded. (On one side street, we tried stuffed mussels. But Şalgam, the drink I chose, was awful!)

Near the bottom of İstiklâl Caddesi, we passed a barber. “You could get your haircut and shave here,” Nick suggested.

“Nah,” I said. “I don’t feel like it.” But at that moment, the barber saw us and beckoned us inside. This is a very minor come-on compared to most in Istanbul — merchants are aggressive here — so I gave in. I did need a shave and a haircut, after all.

“How much?” I asked, but the barber didn’t speak English (and I don’t speak Turkish). Still, he understood what I meant. He pulled out a ten lira note. I agreed and sat in the vacant chair. The barber’s partner entered the shop and put a towel around my neck. The process began.

My barber — whose name was Ibrahim — started by lathering my face for what seemed like an eternity. It was very relaxing. Then, he shaved me in short, sure strokes. He pulled my skin taut and scraped quickly. Before long, he’d stripped me of all my facial hair, even my mustache and goatee.

A cleanly-shaven J.D.
A cleanly-shaven J.D., which doesn’t happen very often. Nick is to my right.

“Chai?” Ibrahim asked me. At first I refused, but eventually gave in. He scurried next door and returned with a glass of hot tea for me and one for Nick (who had succumbed to the other barber’s pressure and was getting a shave in the seat next to mine).

After I’d begun to sip my tea, Ibrahim shaved me for a second time. When he was finished, he pulled his fingers through my hair. “Cut?” he asked. Again, I refused, but Ibrahim’s gentle insistence was enough to win me over. Even though I just got my hair cut two weeks ago, I agreed to let him cut it.

The haircut was meticulous. He took twenty minutes going over every single hair on my head. It was as if he were manicuring a lawn.

Then a couple of surprising things happened. I was sort of drifting off to sleep (I still have jetlag) when I felt a strange burning on my ears. I opened my eyes to find — WTF!?!? — Ibrahim was singing my ear hairs with a cigarette lighter. In my 43 years on this earth, I’ve never had a barber do that to me. I didn’t even know it was a thing!

Getting my ear hair singed
Getting my ear hair singed by the best barber I’ve ever had

Next, Ibrahim had me put my head face-down in his sink. He turned on the water, lathered up with soap, and then washed my entire head, front and back. Strange, but satisfying.

Finally, he doused me in aftershave and cologne. The aftershave didn’t just go on my face; he poured a generous amount over the top of my head and massaged it into my scalp. After give squirts of cologne, I felt as if no woman could possibly resist my scent!

When Ibrahim had finished, he whipped away the apron with a flourish and waved his hand to indicate the master had finished his performance. “How much?” I asked. He wrote the answer on a pad of paper: just 25 Turkish lira. I gave him 35, or about $20 US. Best haircut I’ve ever had in my life, and a bargain at twice the price.

I’m telling you folks: If you want to have fun, get a haircut (or a shave) when you visit another country. Or find something similarly mundane. When you don’t know the language and you don’t know the culture, the commonplace can be a fun way to connect with other people.

1 Lance @ Money Life and More September 12, 2012 at 16:03

You are brave! I can’t find a decent person to cut my hair where I have moved to yet. I’ve tried many different places but haven’t found the one yet.

2 Kylie Ofiu September 12, 2012 at 18:20

Oh my gosh! I have never heard of the ear hair thing. I didn’t even notice you had any, and haircuts/hair is something I usually notice on everyone, not intentionally, just being a hairdresser for years makes your brain think that way all the time.

The Bolivian one sounds terrible. It is a real process to do a proper shave and should be relaxing for a client. Ibrahim sounds like he was really good and the process much the safe to how I was taught. I think little things like this in another country are a great experience. You look so different!

3 Paula @ Afford Anything September 12, 2012 at 22:01

In India, shave/haircuts start with a scalp massage that’s so rough, I know one guy who nearly paid the barber to stop. (He felt great the next day, though).

I’ve gotten threaded (its a form of facial-hair removal for women) in a handful of countries. Women’s salons are popular hangouts. Local girls from the neighborhood gather to drink tea and gossip about boys. The actual service — hair, threading, waxing — is secondary; everyone’s really just there to chat.

4 Michelle @ See Debt Run September 13, 2012 at 06:13

Since I’ve officially gone hardcore, I only get a haircut every 6 months now. My favorite part is the scalp massage. I’m a very talkative person, but apparently that’s one way to shut me up.

Like Paula, I’ve also tried the threading, but only once! They don’t only shape the brows, but also get all the tiny, nearly invisible blonde hairs too. I told her that she must have hit a nerve near my sinuses to make me cry, but between you and me…I was crying because it freaking hurt! Good luck in your future endeavors, JD!

5 Joe September 14, 2012 at 11:08

Straight blade scares me, let alone in a 3rd world country. Who knows where that thing has been… You are a brave man. :)

6 Mrs. Money Mustache September 14, 2012 at 12:47

I just love this post. Great pictures.

Travel is a passion of mine and I hope to get back to it one of these days. It all started with a 3-month backpacking trip through Australia and I was permanently hooked. Travel with a 6-year old is just not the same, but when my time comes again, I will definitely keep this advice in mind. Why don’t we get chai with a haircut here? This might be a fun new business idea…

I’ll need to think about what my everyday mundane thing will be. Coffee, bike rides, and volunteer work are the first to pop into my mind.

Did you ever go through a period of feeling nervous/shy when encountering these new situations (particularly with a cultural and language barrier)? I think that will be my biggest problem. I guess with practice, you get over it.

It’s good to see you blogging again.

7 Karen @MSEnthusiast September 14, 2012 at 13:17

Razor blades? Playing with fire? You’re making me a little nervous.
I still want to know the connection between the necklace (haute couture . . I might add) and your point. Film it from Turkey, please. An addendum. That would be really cool. I hope you are finding better beverages to consume. Have fun.

8 Financial Samurai September 16, 2012 at 09:50

Man, you look young without the beard and stubble!

When you going kojack?

9 Ryan September 20, 2012 at 22:07

I always loved getting my hair cut when I was in Turkey and the Middle Eastern region in general. The barbers do a great job, and a massage is part of the experience. It’s common to receive a scalp massage, as well as a massage of the neck, shoulders, and arms. I always felt invigorated afterward.

10 Chris Hess October 25, 2012 at 15:47

I lived in England for a few years and by far the most enjoyable and best haircuts came from the Turkish barbers. I wish there was one near where I live now, I never really enjoy my haircuts after being spoiled…

11 yigit May 19, 2013 at 15:10

if you want to barber near the old city sultanahmet I can recommend to salon kadir men & women hairdressering salon .they are so professional.they are barber since 1935 years. http://www.salonkadir.com

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