I went to a Turkish bath.
Upon arriving I was given a towel, much like you see on the Turkish bath attendant in the above photo and escorted to a steam room.
After awhile a nice young Turkish man arrived and escorted me to a domed room, much like you see in the above photo (but without the other person in the photo), and made me lay down a giant flat hot rock (much like what you see in the above photo) where he began the process of "peeling". "Peeling" is the process whereby the young Turkish man in question takes something like a Brillo pad and begins to scrub away the apparently unneeded 18 top layers of skin.
Then the Turk in question took a giant pillowcase (pay attention here) dipped it in soapy water, blew it up like a balloon, and then began to wipe the sudsy pillowcase balloon on my back causing an unbelievably large amount of bubbles to form on my body.
Then he gave me a massage that caused only a small amount of pain.
I was then escorted to a lounge chair where I was served "Turkish tea" (which is just about the same as every other cup of tea I've ever had).
The experience was not yet over.
A stooped shuffling old (Turkish) man then took me in a small room where he pulled out his Claws of Death and gave me a massage where (I'm not kidding) he grabbed all my toe knuckles and began shaking my legs back and forth. Then he found random muscle knots on my body and squeezed them until I cried out in pain at which point he laughed cigarette breath in my face.
"You love the bizarre." -Rachel E. Frecka
Upon arriving I was given a towel, much like you see on the Turkish bath attendant in the above photo and escorted to a steam room.
After awhile a nice young Turkish man arrived and escorted me to a domed room, much like you see in the above photo (but without the other person in the photo), and made me lay down a giant flat hot rock (much like what you see in the above photo) where he began the process of "peeling". "Peeling" is the process whereby the young Turkish man in question takes something like a Brillo pad and begins to scrub away the apparently unneeded 18 top layers of skin.
Then the Turk in question took a giant pillowcase (pay attention here) dipped it in soapy water, blew it up like a balloon, and then began to wipe the sudsy pillowcase balloon on my back causing an unbelievably large amount of bubbles to form on my body.
Then he gave me a massage that caused only a small amount of pain.
I was then escorted to a lounge chair where I was served "Turkish tea" (which is just about the same as every other cup of tea I've ever had).
The experience was not yet over.
A stooped shuffling old (Turkish) man then took me in a small room where he pulled out his Claws of Death and gave me a massage where (I'm not kidding) he grabbed all my toe knuckles and began shaking my legs back and forth. Then he found random muscle knots on my body and squeezed them until I cried out in pain at which point he laughed cigarette breath in my face.
"You love the bizarre." -Rachel E. Frecka
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