I dare not move. My head rests reassuringly against the leather restraint while, out of the corner of my eye, I can see the blade being sharpened to a samurai keenness. Then, with a deft hand reserved for practised executioners, the lethal instrument is applied to my throat and drawn upward in a slick motion that removes only the offending follicles.
But Aras, my expert swordsman, is no Sweeney Todd. There’s no blood, no serenades to homicide. The 30-minute Traditional Hot Towel Wet Shave is an entirely urbane experience and I’m revelling in it for just 75 ringgit (about US$25)
“I learned my craft in Iran,” confides Aras with textbook-perfect English, “then I worked in London before coming out to Asia - and here I am.” [read more]