| maggi |
Jan 1st, 2001 04:43 PM |
Cynthia, let me share my Turkish bath experience with you. The bath we went to was in Istanbul. The name escapes me at the moment, but our guidebook listed many famous people in history who had used these facilities. The front entrance was for men, side entrance for women. A round, babushka and apron-clad matronly attendant guided us to dressing rooms and we were given towels and slippers. My friend and I were then led into a cavernous round marble room. The ceiling had star shaped cutouts to let in the light. It was utterly silent, except for the water running from wall mounted spigots. Our towels were hung on a hook and we were given a bowl and were instructed to pour the water over ourselves. After what seemed an eternity, with us pouring bowl after bowl of water over ourselves, an attendant came in to ask if we wanted tea. We nodded and waited another eternity. The tea finally came and there we sat, completed nude and dripping, primly sipping tea from small glasses. Finally, two of the plump, middle-aged attendants padded in and motioned us to lay down on the marble center area. To my utter shock, they stripped down to black bikini panties and proceeded to wash us with buckets of suds. I felt like I was going through the car wash! I was so slippery I was sliding around on the marble. They even passed a loufa back and forth between themselves and used the same one on both of us. The washing and rinsing process took at least half an hour and included scrubbing my face and hair. I have never felt so clean in my life. It wasn't exactly the Beverly Hills Spa, but I wouldn't trade the experience for the world. I even bought the world's most expensive hand towel, just because it had the name of the place embroidered on it. We found out later that the posted price at the entrance does not include tipping your attendants and they are not happy if the tip is miserly. (We also got charged for the tea.)
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