Denise and I went to a hamam today. That was a new experience for both of us. According to the website, "the hamam is the ideal place to find spiritual peace and physical relaxation." Who are we to argue with that?
You strip down to your nudie cuties, wrap what amounts to half a tablecloth around you, and sit on hot marble slabs pouring warm water all over your nekkid self with a copper bowl.
It is actually quite relaxing...if you discount that initial sitting down moment when you realize that the drape your wearing can either cover your bosoms or your, ummm, nethers. Trust me when I tell you that you would MUCH rather hang your boobies out for the world to see than sit your sensitive little bits on a rock of fire. The other girls in the room went full European au naturale. Uhhh, maybe next time.
We did have a lovely foam massage. It looked similar to this picture but with slightly overweight girls lathering up decadent mountains of foam on us rather than some dude. That may be the cleanest I have ever been...and that includes the soap massage in Budapest. But THAT is another story.
