Posted by: mypassportandi | March 27, 2011

Floating Boooobies

I’ve always enjoyed Hammams, but this was a NO! NO! NO ! I mean a definite NO! First of all I felt weird walking around half-naked in front of other equally naked ladies. All I could think about is how used Harry Potter’s invisible cloak would be right now, but since I’m not a witch, and I decided to use the ostrich technique and just keep my face down and stare at my toes.I I understand now what Charlotte felt like in “Sex and the City” ,  but this was worse; to add to my humiliation, I had lay down next to all the other naked ladies a hot marble slab like freshly caught hamour in the fish market …NO! NO! NO!.  Just as I thought it couldn’t get any worse, an old, fat, smelly, and half-naked Turkish woman walked in…and her job is to give us a shower.  I bet i had an expression worth a million (new) Turkish liras when I saw that lady. Her boobies dangled to her waist … while she was washing me I was scared to get slapped by one of them … aaaaaaah! it was disgusting … I was 100% sure that the soap they were using was FAIRY … seriously I smelled it all over that place .. Only one drop of FAIRY can give you that much lather, it is strong on grease and it pampers your skin  … when I looked around I found that I was the only one that was disgusted, other French and English girls were having a blast… Maybe because it was something new to them … and the service was not up to my standards …after that ordeal, I thought a 30 minute massage would be great… I imagined entering a private room with dim lights, candles, soothing music, and lavender oil … what I got was the exact opposite: everybody was in the massage room; beds were next to each other; masseuses were talking to each other.. and Mashallah those ladies are really stroooooong … I felt like being in an impact testing machine … they massaged my face with the exact force they used to massage the rest of my body  … my lenses were moving in my eyes… i was being molded : i felt my mouth shifting to my forehead and I couldn’t talk to the masseuse … so that experience ended with hysterical laughter …at the same time in the men section, Hamad (my Husband) enjoyed his self service … he just sat on the hot marble watching the misery of other men … it was as if we went to the movies … I got the horror movie and he got the comedy ;p

I advice you to choose a luxurious spa with a Turkish bath …  or use the one in your hotel spa ..we could’ve done that but we wanted to experience the original Turkish baths … and it was unforgettable ;p

On the positive side, this particular Turkish bath was the oldest in use (created in the 1500’s) and was even better looking than the baths used in the dolmabahce palace’s harem.

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  1. Iam sure it is unforgotable faunny experiance
    Hehehe


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