We were in Kusadasi again today. It’s hard to really describe this city, there are some aspects I love and some which annoy me. Kind of like asparagus (like what’s up with asparagus making your pee stink?).
Anyway, I find that the more often I visit Turkey, the more it grows on me. You just need to be aware of the quirks. Like when someone quotes you a price, always ask them if they are talking about Turkish Lira or Euro or Dollars. Or if a person eagerly approaches you on the street exclaiming “Hello my friend” it’s unlikely that he’s a long lost acquaintance of yours who just happens to have a wonderful business opportunity for you.
There’s lots to do in Kusadasi. You can eat Turkish food, smoke a hookah, get a shave, shop for genuine fakes, go to the beach, the list goes on. Or you can have a pamper day, like I did the other time.
Someone had told me there was a place in town which did Turkish baths. I didn’t know much about them except that at some stage someone exfoliates your body or spanks it. Now that sounded like an experience so I went forth to look for the place.
I followed directions and arrived at a place simply called “Turkish Bath”. At least they are succinct. Outside the establishment was a poster depicting a gaggle of gorgeous women bathing their delighted clients. As I continued to gawk at the poster, a man approached me, asking “Turkish Bath?” I awkwardly nodded as if I was doing something illegal. I hope I wasn’t doing anything illegal. He led me to a room where I was told to change into just a towel. I nervously wondered if Turkish baths were like those dodgy massage parlors where you get happy endings.
After changing into a towel, the man took me into a large heated marble room with a dome roof and said “20 minutes” before promptly shutting the door. I wasn’t actually sure what to do. There were no chairs to sit on. I walked in circles for the first 5 minutes. Then I stared at the dome for the next few minutes. Finally, I decided to sit on the large marble block right in the middle of the room and wait. After a while, the door opened again and old man entered. He had with him what looked like a pillow case. Before long, there were suds and water everywhere. I closed my eyes, partly because I didn’t want suds in my eyes but also because I was a bit afraid.
I’m not going to say it was weird to be washed and exfoliated by an old man. Okay, I will say it was weird. I mean the last time someone washed me was when I was a child (unless you count that time in university when an ex-girlfriend had to hose me down after I drank too much at a party and got sick. Let’s not count that time.)
After the bath, I walked into yet another room where another man gave me a 10 minute massage to end the treatment. It may have just been random but it seemed a little suspicious, that I didn’t met any of those gorgeous girls from the poster.
Truthfully, the Turkish bath is an experience not to be missed.
Have you ever been?
The Turkish Bath cost 45 TL + 10TL tip (US$31)