Tag: Waxing

Back, Sack and Crack

Fancy a Trim?

One advantage of living in hair dryer heat is rapidly dried laundry. Our smalls that are strung low so as to not offend our neighbours are dried in a flash, sheets flap gently to an instant arid crispness and towels desiccate in a jiffy. Direct sun is not required as a breezy Turkey in August is like an open air tumble dryer. Not that there is much washing to dry since we  wander round in only loose cotton shorts in a vain attempt to avoid a nasty rash in our sweaty nether regions. Perhaps we should emulate the locals by getting a back, sack and crack wax. I wonder if our local barber would oblige?

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Our balcony provides a wonderful vantage point to watch the world amble by. We spend amusing mornings with cuppa and laptop occasionally distracted by the colourful, the curious and the crazy. We couldn’t believe our eyes when we spotted two young ladies walking down the main road in skimpy bikinis that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Cars broke hard, horns blared and the jaws of pedestrian men dropped like limp mechanical diggers. I’m no prude but what did these silly girls think they were doing? If attention is what they were after then they got it in spades. Would they walk around their own home town like this? Bodrum may not be Bahrain but it ain’t Blackpool either. The ignorance of some of my compatriots makes me cringe with embarrassment. At least the bikini babes had the foresight to wax first.