This November, I was in Turkey with miss Missouri. As part of this blog deals with various travel tales, let me tell you about my visit to Turkey. We spent four days in Istanbul, two in Antalya and two in Selcuk. Today, let me take you on an (expensive) carpet ride through a city not longer known as Constantinople. Prepare yourselves, this city is huge. According to Wikipedia, it’s Europe’s biggest city (13 million people living there) and I have little reason to doubt them. As you may have noticed, I like to focus on little anecdotes about my travels (but feel free to ask more in the comments), so this part will focus on my experiences in a Turkish bath house.
After finding our hostel, we went on discovering this city. The chaos in the streets was typical and really added to the overall experience, but the rain drove us into the most relaxing bath house experience of my life. Apart from one moment. I have had massages before, but even I got uncomfortable by the level of touchiness. The guy giving my massage turned me on my back and started to rub my belly (I wish I was kidding). His movements tickled me, so I started laughing, only to see him smile back at me. Here he was, rubbing my abs and smiling at me, his head hovering less than two feet above mine. Not as relaxing as it should have been, I tell you.
The overall experience was sweaty and relaxing, though. One of my favorite moves included a bowl of lukewarm water that was poured over my head as I sat sweating. I still can’t believe how good it felt. I have to try and find a way to copy that move, because now I still share the experience with the intimacy of a stranger rubbing my belly while staring into my eyes.