Bath. Turkish hamam
Continuation. Thank you for your feedback, if it were not for the request to write a sequel, I probably would have tied up with this case. The confusion subsided a bit. But as in that joke - but the sediment remained.
So. After we spent the night at the hotel for the staff, we, having waited for the designated time, grabbed our things (we didn’t even unpack them, but why? ) and went to re-accommodate. They said to wait. Somewhat surprised by what was said, we, optimistic about rest, slowly drew air into our lungs and ... went to meet the "guide". Here the procedure was also reduced to an elementary razvodilov. As elsewhere: we were briefly told about the Turkish bath (which in this hotel costs its 25 vaks per person), and what we can’t do on the territory of the hotel and beyond, moved on to the main thing - excursions. Here, too, has its own specifics. And the attitude towards us is also specific. Fuckers. Hello, suckers have arrived! ?
The most interesting thing was that it was mentioned in passing that if something happens to you on an excursion that you bought on the side, then medical insurance will not work. Serious argument. But it is not clear: why lie so openly ? ! After all, even when acquiring it, we conclude an agreement that “if anything”, then we are obliged to use all the time specified in the agreement. Two digressions, but on topic. 1st. A terrible bronchitis broke out. So much so that “it didn’t resolve itself, ” I had to go to the doctor. Here is something to remember! Indeed, the service is decent (although I heard completely opposite opinions from "colleagues" in misfortune, apparently, I was lucky here). A car arrived at the hotel with a girl, probably a nurse. Politely seated, joyfully taken and delivered to the very door of the office (I even began to enter the role of a VIP client! That's something!
The doctor turned out to be, apparently, one of our former ones, spoke excellent Russian, listened to me with a pipe like Aibolit (something in Russia these “rudiments” are unfortunately rarely used), he immediately diagnosed (it turned out to be some kind of lung spasm with all He said so: only I can’t establish the reason - from the climate, allergies, or something else, strongly scientific). A girl came here with a syringe, another girl immediately came with pills, in broken Russian she explained how to take it. Then the dokhtor came again and made the final chord. Medicines are all Turkish. But I must give them their due: in 3 days I became like new! And it’s hard to believe, because I couldn’t take a step without a terrible shortness of breath, and there’s nothing to talk about coughing! I think I would still go. I liked it so much. 2nd. Tickets are sold everywhere. If they cheat, then no more "native" guides. More on that later.
The only thing I can only say so as not to forget in the future: for example, an excursion to Alanya for two in an agency across the street from the hotel (all our former guys work there, by the way, they communicate much more friendly than on the spot) for 30 tanks cheaper. Here, of course, it is better to ask experienced vacationers “where? how and what? ", so as not to be thrown and go according to their reviews to buy vouchers. And what? These saved tanks can be used to buy souvenirs for friends. It would be another matter if the local guides provided better service…. However, you should not be very arrogant, you need to be well prepared for this issue, because with the Turks it is preferable to keep your ears on top, as with gypsies, what they got into their hands is gone, even Russian or English is immediately forgotten if you him with a claim. But this is also easier. Further. Guide.
Having advertised all the delights of the excursions they offer, he also made us understand that we shouldn’t take local buses - it’s expensive, and in general, it takes a long time ... etc. there are free ones: to a textile center, to a leather factory, etc. only, sign up, gentlemen, and no problem. People rushed to stock up on tour tickets and sign up for buses. We also did not lag behind - we bought coupons for the bathhouse. I enthusiastically described to my husband all the delights of the hamam (my girlfriends and I had a precious experience of sweating in similar baths in Russia) and he trembled. Moreover, they also did massages and masks there ! ! ! Inspired, we rushed to the reception with the same little things. They said to wait. Then they promised money, then they guessed to invest 15 bucks in our insurance, and the process finally came to its resolution! We were placed on the 2nd floor overlooking the pool and offered the 1st)!
Arriving at the place, we realized that if we had not decided to save a little, then we would have got the 3rd or 4th (which is much better in appearance, etc. ), but still, how cool everything turned out! And the view from the balcony and the fact that you can safely not close the balcony door because of the fear that a tired tourist will wander into you drunk from the beach! And really everything was good. But: from the pool it smells like bleach and the air is even more humid: it evaporates. Naturally, we were happy like children: to spend a day in an “incomprehensible” state: it seems like you are a tourist in 5 stars, where everything is inclusive, but for some reason you are somewhere on the periphery and in general in some strange building. As it turned out, there were many such lucky ones. And they solved all their problems in the same way, only in a different price equivalent. No one apologized and did not compensate for the stolen day of our comfortable rest in the mental and physical sense. Yes, okay! After all, the main thing is how you set yourself up ...
Textile center.
Or the tale of free buses. Well. Finally, you can rest! Having beaten the grandmother and allocating a certain amount of funds for unforeseen expenses, we rammed into the bus. Literally. There were much more people who wanted to buy goods than there were seats on the bus, which did not embarrass the driver. He put the girls (smaller in build) on the laps of the boys, which even increased the tourist spirit and the mood of some travelers, he pushed the older women to the door, but the young lady is attractive in every sense - literally on the gearbox nearby with myself. That also caused a number of delights and had an exciting effect on us: everyone imagined in pictures how he switches gears! That's so fun, in tight quarters and in obvious innocence, we got to the center. Here, too, a pleasant surprise awaited us: in the windows of the center it was written - indim 50%! All in anticipation, we stumbled into the store.
Well…. This is where the disappointments began. Those cuts that hung on the shoulders, we have not worn since the days of stagnation. We had such a factory "Bolshevik" for mass tailoring. Something like. With a rueful sigh, we moved on to another department. Yes ... Indeed, there is where we girls can shop! So many different types of towels, bedspreads, napkins, etc. ! gaining more air, we fell to the racks! I wanted to take this and that, and also sweat this peach towel, and to it also this and this ... My husband, who was trying to say something, gave up empty hope and silently handed me the price tag. Hmm ... It's good that I think in my mind not as fast as I would sometimes like, but I transfer rubles into dollars even more slowly, because in this way I was able to stay a little more in the shopping fever syndrome.
After poking around a little more, my husband entered into a discussion with a local salesman about the appropriateness of prices. The most interesting thing is that he completely agreed with us, but ... it did not change anything. And what everyone says “bargain, they love it”, it's not about here ... and not about there. They don't give up a cent. Although I did find a few shops. But more on that later too. The people were still looking at something on the shelves, and my husband and I decided to take a walk. More in order to make sure that people in Turkey like to bargain, I tried to do it in a nearby shop. There hung a sarafan. She took an interest in the price, turned it over in her hands, tried to bring down the price by exactly a third (everything, as taught! ). The seller looked at me like a down, and handed me an empty hanger, they say, net money, so at least allow yourself a hanger. I flushed, my husband turned purple, I smoothly flowed away in the other direction so as not to run myself and my husband into further rudeness. Wrapped around. Let's move on.
The mood was already spoiled, of course, and we decided not to tempt fate anymore and return to the center. Moreover, the bus was already supposed to take us back at that time. Here other people began to flock and demonstrate purchases. One young couple (who turned out to have already had a similar unfortunate experience a day earlier) went to nearby shops and bought something much cheaper there, and since the free bus was supposed to bring us back, they returned at the appointed time. And then the miracle began. Sellers from the cent jumped out of the store, unceremoniously began to snatch packages from this couple, look down and exclaim indignantly - where was the cup? ! Those dumbfounded by such impudence did not even think to fight back, but silently stood and answered - in a store around the corner. The indignation of the sellers knew no bounds. Here we also fell under the distribution - in this case, they decided not to take us back to the hotel!
The punishment was not really terrible for us - after all, we are only the 2nd day in this town and have not yet decided on the “orientation”. Well, where did the Russian people go? ! Certainly. We have achieved our goal. They took them on a whim. So they took us. We mournfully flowed around, there another young couple joined us (they bought something in the store, you can’t arrange a boycott for them) ... they talked about something, fastened with one word. But it was embarrassing! Nothing. We abstracted to the situation. Upon returning, of course, we went to the guide, tried to explain that, they say, we came to rest. You don’t always find such a “service” even in Russia, they will quickly trample on from work ... it seems that our frustrations were on the drum for him. He mumbled something like “write a complaint”, I told him like this: dear, man, I came to rest, I can start a showdown at home. He moved his shoulders so boringly and we left.
Rather, about offended and desecrated girlish dignity ... So. We went to the hall of the famous best Turkish bath. On the right we were met by a team of masseurs, on the left - two perhydrol blondes of Russian origin. Met the ladies, how to say it, a very mild metaphor. because one was reclining on the table, as in Pugacheva's song - the window sill crushes her chest (here - the desktop), the other (as the husband put it) - as if collapsed in a gynecological chair (hereinafter - the boss). We were condescendingly asked to sit down. The conversation was easy and relaxed: boss, “You paid $25 each. If you add 10 more, then you will be given a wrap that will improve your complexion. Me: thanks. Everything is fine with me with the color (the one who knows me will confirm). She: if you add up to 10 dollars, then you will get a wrap and you will not get pimples. Me: thank you, it's been 30 years since I've had them myself.
She: if you add another 10 dollars, then they will do it for you ... etc. I, starting to boil concretely (note that we actually came there to emit our spirit negatively wound up by the textile center): thank you, let's focus on those services that are included in the amount paid. She (pay attention! This is a masterpiece! ): Girl, do you understand that the lady is large? I make big eyes dumbfounded, my husband's eyebrows become a house: And ? ! her: So if you pay 10 bucks, then you have enough time to get a massage. Me: What do you mean? ! She: Well, you are a big lady, your paid time is clearly not enough to wash you properly. I take a deep breath and look around at everyone. My husband, who saw me in anger, quietly draws his head into his shoulders and looks doomed and sympathetically at these gossips ....
I still can’t understand what made me so dumbfounded: whether the husband looks completely doomed, whether the aunts with their frank impudence, whether the travel agency’s suggestion that the main thing is the mood. I stand up proudly and say - return the receipts to me, I will return them to the guide to recoup my losses and slowly, so God forbid! , do not crush anything (after all, I am a large lady), I move forward to the exit. My husband wandered after me, already for some reason covered with uneven red spots (probably a southern tan), with bulging eyes. We were overtaken by two. Thank them very much. Masseurs. In general, they somehow chatted, settled, cooled. They asked to return. But, of course, I couldn’t do something already ... we agreed on tomorrow. I have been doing massage for a dozen years already, and the most interesting thing is that no one named me a price based on weight (or what? ) height? large? principle. Usually the price is the same for everyone.
Moreover, if the client himself decides, he will ask his massage therapist to increase the time or something else. But here…. Where I have been doing massage for many years, I am met at the doorstep and escorted to the doorstep. And a bow to my masseur to the very ground for this and not only, but for the attitude, I work conscientiously and so on. And this is in our dense Russia! I was in a trance for a long time. Moreover, how are we? Chairs in the evening, money in the morning. Service first, then payment. But that's what we have. And here you take a pig in a poke on the money honestly saved over the year and you don’t even dare to grumble. Now let's talk about pleasant things. So. Met one of those who chatted yesterday. The service was really top notch. He did not leave us and we thank him for that! so. In order. You leave things in a cell (like in our supermarket, only no one gives you the key.
And this doge has its own distant intent, its own sight), and you go into the sauna. There, in the dark, you quietly freeze for about 10 minutes (it was 70 degrees in the sauna! ), the husband was interested all this time: so when in the hammam? , I told him: apparently, the procedure is like this, you can see it later. Then a guy (or someone) looks in and says “exits”, and you don’t understand who it refers to, but just in case you get up. Then everything is like in fast motion. You are taken to a large hall with taps and laid on a marble shelf, pushing a basin under your head (the bastard always slipped out from under my head, but did not deprive me of the charms of other procedures), then they start swatting you with a special sponge: in front, behind, from the heels up to the crown. Cool.
Then the most interesting thing begins: some kind of white rag is taken (somewhat reminiscent of an ordinary pillowcase), masterfully dipped into a basin with soapy water and somehow spins in the air so that a lot of foam is obtained, which is then squeezed out on you and you you start to feel like such a big big airy soap ball…then you get a quick kneading (or some sort of accelerated acupressure), then you get picked up quickly, then you are quickly doused with cold water and sent onward. Really nice. But somehow I would like with a feeling, with an arrangement ... then you are sent for a massage. Not bad, you’re all lying in olive oil and crying ... I got so frustrated that when I heard how my earring fell out of my ear, I postponed her search for later (but alas ... they didn’t find it, sir ... Although I know exactly where she fell Well, at least it was not expensive, but still a pity. ).
Then we continued to lie down on slippers and after all we were given clay masks. We lay in the room and tried not to laugh from the lightness and pleasure of the washed bodies that had seized us, because “premature” wrinkles from inappropriate laughter in a frozen clay mask could happen. Now we are definitely on vacation. Everything will be fine now! Exasperated and satisfied, we went for our little things. And then she appears! My yesterday's girlfriend is the boss! I will not retell in detail our entire conversation. But it boiled down to the fact that you urgently need to sign up and pay for 5, and preferably 10 sessions (here, all the horrors caused by cellulite and the possibility of wrinkles in the future were colorfully described ... but, for example, in the future I will love them myself ...) . The phrase "I'll think about it" is completely meaningless to her.
For a long time, my husband and I participated in an unequal struggle for the key to our drawer with things with “you give 10 massage payments”. Until I barked like: can I pick up the things or leave like that? It worked, but not willingly. Further (and I was initially determined to be like a local massage), I bypassed this institution in big leaps. That is, as in that joke - the spoons were found, but the sediment remained. Why am I all this? And to the fact that in Turkey (at least, as we did), everything is paradoxically mixed up: if you manage to get some pleasure from self-self, without the intervention of local servants, they will definitely try to fix everything and will definitely ruin everything with their obsessive service .
To be continued.
Continuation. Thank you for your feedback, if it were not for the request to write a sequel, I probably would have tied up with this case. The confusion subsided a bit. But as in that joke - but the sediment remained.
So. After we spent the night at the hotel for the staff, we, having waited for the designated time, grabbed our things (we didn’t even unpack them, but why? ) and went to re-accommodate. They said to wait. Somewhat surprised by what was said, we, optimistic about rest, slowly drew air into our lungs and ... went to meet the "guide". Here the procedure was also reduced to an elementary razvodilov. As elsewhere: we were briefly told about the Turkish bath (which in this hotel costs its 25 vaks per person), and what we can’t do on the territory of the hotel and beyond, moved on to the main thing - excursions. Here, too, has its own specifics. And the attitude towards us is also specific. Fuckers. Hello, suckers have arrived! ?
The most interesting thing was that it was mentioned in passing that if something happens to you on an excursion that you bought on the side, then medical insurance will not work. Serious argument. But it is not clear: why lie so openly ? ! After all, even when acquiring it, we conclude an agreement that “if anything”, then we are obliged to use all the time specified in the agreement. Two digressions, but on topic. 1st. A terrible bronchitis broke out. So much so that “it didn’t resolve itself, ” I had to go to the doctor. Here is something to remember! Indeed, the service is decent (although I heard completely opposite opinions from "colleagues" in misfortune, apparently, I was lucky here). A car arrived at the hotel with a girl, probably a nurse. Politely seated, joyfully taken and delivered to the very door of the office (I even began to enter the role of a VIP client! That's something!
The doctor turned out to be, apparently, one of our former ones, spoke excellent Russian, listened to me with a pipe like Aibolit (something in Russia these “rudiments” are unfortunately rarely used), he immediately diagnosed (it turned out to be some kind of lung spasm with all He said so: only I can’t establish the reason - from the climate, allergies, or something else, strongly scientific). A girl came here with a syringe, another girl immediately came with pills, in broken Russian she explained how to take it. Then the dokhtor came again and made the final chord. Medicines are all Turkish. But I must give them their due: in 3 days I became like new! And it’s hard to believe, because I couldn’t take a step without a terrible shortness of breath, and there’s nothing to talk about coughing! I think I would still go. I liked it so much. 2nd. Tickets are sold everywhere. If they cheat, then no more "native" guides. More on that later.
The only thing I can only say so as not to forget in the future: for example, an excursion to Alanya for two in an agency across the street from the hotel (all our former guys work there, by the way, they communicate much more friendly than on the spot) for 30 tanks cheaper. Here, of course, it is better to ask experienced vacationers “where? how and what? ", so as not to be thrown and go according to their reviews to buy vouchers. And what? These saved tanks can be used to buy souvenirs for friends. It would be another matter if the local guides provided better service…. However, you should not be very arrogant, you need to be well prepared for this issue, because with the Turks it is preferable to keep your ears on top, as with gypsies, what they got into their hands is gone, even Russian or English is immediately forgotten if you him with a claim. But this is also easier. Further. Guide.
Having advertised all the delights of the excursions they offer, he also made us understand that we shouldn’t take local buses - it’s expensive, and in general, it takes a long time ... etc. there are free ones: to a textile center, to a leather factory, etc. only, sign up, gentlemen, and no problem. People rushed to stock up on tour tickets and sign up for buses. We also did not lag behind - we bought coupons for the bathhouse. I enthusiastically described to my husband all the delights of the hamam (my girlfriends and I had a precious experience of sweating in similar baths in Russia) and he trembled. Moreover, they also did massages and masks there ! ! ! Inspired, we rushed to the reception with the same little things. They said to wait. Then they promised money, then they guessed to invest 15 bucks in our insurance, and the process finally came to its resolution! We were placed on the 2nd floor overlooking the pool and offered the 1st)!
Arriving at the place, we realized that if we had not decided to save a little, then we would have got the 3rd or 4th (which is much better in appearance, etc. ), but still, how cool everything turned out! And the view from the balcony and the fact that you can safely not close the balcony door because of the fear that a tired tourist will wander into you drunk from the beach! And really everything was good. But: from the pool it smells like bleach and the air is even more humid: it evaporates. Naturally, we were happy like children: to spend a day in an “incomprehensible” state: it seems like you are a tourist in 5 stars, where everything is inclusive, but for some reason you are somewhere on the periphery and in general in some strange building. As it turned out, there were many such lucky ones. And they solved all their problems in the same way, only in a different price equivalent. No one apologized and did not compensate for the stolen day of our comfortable rest in the mental and physical sense. Yes, okay! After all, the main thing is how you set yourself up ...
Textile center.
Or the tale of free buses. Well. Finally, you can rest! Having beaten the grandmother and allocating a certain amount of funds for unforeseen expenses, we rammed into the bus. Literally. There were much more people who wanted to buy goods than there were seats on the bus, which did not embarrass the driver. He put the girls (smaller in build) on the laps of the boys, which even increased the tourist spirit and the mood of some travelers, he pushed the older women to the door, but the young lady is attractive in every sense - literally on the gearbox nearby with myself. That also caused a number of delights and had an exciting effect on us: everyone imagined in pictures how he switches gears! That's so fun, in tight quarters and in obvious innocence, we got to the center. Here, too, a pleasant surprise awaited us: in the windows of the center it was written - indim 50%! All in anticipation, we stumbled into the store.
Well…. This is where the disappointments began. Those cuts that hung on the shoulders, we have not worn since the days of stagnation. We had such a factory "Bolshevik" for mass tailoring. Something like. With a rueful sigh, we moved on to another department. Yes ... Indeed, there is where we girls can shop! So many different types of towels, bedspreads, napkins, etc. ! gaining more air, we fell to the racks! I wanted to take this and that, and also sweat this peach towel, and to it also this and this ... My husband, who was trying to say something, gave up empty hope and silently handed me the price tag. Hmm ... It's good that I think in my mind not as fast as I would sometimes like, but I transfer rubles into dollars even more slowly, because in this way I was able to stay a little more in the shopping fever syndrome.
After poking around a little more, my husband entered into a discussion with a local salesman about the appropriateness of prices. The most interesting thing is that he completely agreed with us, but ... it did not change anything. And what everyone says “bargain, they love it”, it's not about here ... and not about there. They don't give up a cent. Although I did find a few shops. But more on that later too. The people were still looking at something on the shelves, and my husband and I decided to take a walk. More in order to make sure that people in Turkey like to bargain, I tried to do it in a nearby shop. There hung a sarafan. She took an interest in the price, turned it over in her hands, tried to bring down the price by exactly a third (everything, as taught! ). The seller looked at me like a down, and handed me an empty hanger, they say, net money, so at least allow yourself a hanger. I flushed, my husband turned purple, I smoothly flowed away in the other direction so as not to run myself and my husband into further rudeness. Wrapped around. Let's move on.
The mood was already spoiled, of course, and we decided not to tempt fate anymore and return to the center. Moreover, the bus was already supposed to take us back at that time. Here other people began to flock and demonstrate purchases. One young couple (who turned out to have already had a similar unfortunate experience a day earlier) went to nearby shops and bought something much cheaper there, and since the free bus was supposed to bring us back, they returned at the appointed time. And then the miracle began. Sellers from the cent jumped out of the store, unceremoniously began to snatch packages from this couple, look down and exclaim indignantly - where was the cup? ! Those dumbfounded by such impudence did not even think to fight back, but silently stood and answered - in a store around the corner. The indignation of the sellers knew no bounds. Here we also fell under the distribution - in this case, they decided not to take us back to the hotel!
The punishment was not really terrible for us - after all, we are only the 2nd day in this town and have not yet decided on the “orientation”. Well, where did the Russian people go? ! Certainly. We have achieved our goal. They took them on a whim. So they took us. We mournfully flowed around, there another young couple joined us (they bought something in the store, you can’t arrange a boycott for them) ... they talked about something, fastened with one word. But it was embarrassing! Nothing. We abstracted to the situation. Upon returning, of course, we went to the guide, tried to explain that, they say, we came to rest. You don’t always find such a “service” even in Russia, they will quickly trample on from work ... it seems that our frustrations were on the drum for him. He mumbled something like “write a complaint”, I told him like this: dear, man, I came to rest, I can start a showdown at home. He moved his shoulders so boringly and we left.
Rather, about offended and desecrated girlish dignity ... So. We went to the hall of the famous best Turkish bath. On the right we were met by a team of masseurs, on the left - two perhydrol blondes of Russian origin. Met the ladies, how to say it, a very mild metaphor. because one was reclining on the table, as in Pugacheva's song - the window sill crushes her chest (here - the desktop), the other (as the husband put it) - as if collapsed in a gynecological chair (hereinafter - the boss). We were condescendingly asked to sit down. The conversation was easy and relaxed: boss, “You paid $25 each. If you add 10 more, then you will be given a wrap that will improve your complexion. Me: thanks. Everything is fine with me with the color (the one who knows me will confirm). She: if you add up to 10 dollars, then you will get a wrap and you will not get pimples. Me: thank you, it's been 30 years since I've had them myself.
She: if you add another 10 dollars, then they will do it for you ... etc. I, starting to boil concretely (note that we actually came there to emit our spirit negatively wound up by the textile center): thank you, let's focus on those services that are included in the amount paid. She (pay attention! This is a masterpiece! ): Girl, do you understand that the lady is large? I make big eyes dumbfounded, my husband's eyebrows become a house: And ? ! her: So if you pay 10 bucks, then you have enough time to get a massage. Me: What do you mean? ! She: Well, you are a big lady, your paid time is clearly not enough to wash you properly. I take a deep breath and look around at everyone. My husband, who saw me in anger, quietly draws his head into his shoulders and looks doomed and sympathetically at these gossips ....
I still can’t understand what made me so dumbfounded: whether the husband looks completely doomed, whether the aunts with their frank impudence, whether the travel agency’s suggestion that the main thing is the mood. I stand up proudly and say - return the receipts to me, I will return them to the guide to recoup my losses and slowly, so God forbid! , do not crush anything (after all, I am a large lady), I move forward to the exit. My husband wandered after me, already for some reason covered with uneven red spots (probably a southern tan), with bulging eyes. We were overtaken by two. Thank them very much. Masseurs. In general, they somehow chatted, settled, cooled. They asked to return. But, of course, I couldn’t do something already ... we agreed on tomorrow. I have been doing massage for a dozen years already, and the most interesting thing is that no one named me a price based on weight (or what? ) height? large? principle. Usually the price is the same for everyone.
Moreover, if the client himself decides, he will ask his massage therapist to increase the time or something else. But here…. Where I have been doing massage for many years, I am met at the doorstep and escorted to the doorstep. And a bow to my masseur to the very ground for this and not only, but for the attitude, I work conscientiously and so on. And this is in our dense Russia! I was in a trance for a long time. Moreover, how are we? Chairs in the evening, money in the morning. Service first, then payment. But that's what we have. And here you take a pig in a poke on the money honestly saved over the year and you don’t even dare to grumble. Now let's talk about pleasant things. So. Met one of those who chatted yesterday. The service was really top notch. He did not leave us and we thank him for that! so. In order. You leave things in a cell (like in our supermarket, only no one gives you the key.
And this doge has its own distant intent, its own sight), and you go into the sauna. There, in the dark, you quietly freeze for about 10 minutes (it was 70 degrees in the sauna! ), the husband was interested all this time: so when in the hammam? , I told him: apparently, the procedure is like this, you can see it later. Then a guy (or someone) looks in and says “exits”, and you don’t understand who it refers to, but just in case you get up. Then everything is like in fast motion. You are taken to a large hall with taps and laid on a marble shelf, pushing a basin under your head (the bastard always slipped out from under my head, but did not deprive me of the charms of other procedures), then they start swatting you with a special sponge: in front, behind, from the heels up to the crown. Cool.
Then the most interesting thing begins: some kind of white rag is taken (somewhat reminiscent of an ordinary pillowcase), masterfully dipped into a basin with soapy water and somehow spins in the air so that a lot of foam is obtained, which is then squeezed out on you and you you start to feel like such a big big airy soap ball…then you get a quick kneading (or some sort of accelerated acupressure), then you get picked up quickly, then you are quickly doused with cold water and sent onward. Really nice. But somehow I would like with a feeling, with an arrangement ... then you are sent for a massage. Not bad, you’re all lying in olive oil and crying ... I got so frustrated that when I heard how my earring fell out of my ear, I postponed her search for later (but alas ... they didn’t find it, sir ... Although I know exactly where she fell Well, at least it was not expensive, but still a pity. ).
Then we continued to lie down on slippers and after all we were given clay masks. We lay in the room and tried not to laugh from the lightness and pleasure of the washed bodies that had seized us, because “premature” wrinkles from inappropriate laughter in a frozen clay mask could happen. Now we are definitely on vacation. Everything will be fine now! Exasperated and satisfied, we went for our little things. And then she appears! My yesterday's girlfriend is the boss! I will not retell in detail our entire conversation. But it boiled down to the fact that you urgently need to sign up and pay for 5, and preferably 10 sessions (here, all the horrors caused by cellulite and the possibility of wrinkles in the future were colorfully described ... but, for example, in the future I will love them myself ...) . The phrase "I'll think about it" is completely meaningless to her.
For a long time, my husband and I participated in an unequal struggle for the key to our drawer with things with “you give 10 massage payments”. Until I barked like: can I pick up the things or leave like that? It worked, but not willingly. Further (and I was initially determined to be like a local massage), I bypassed this institution in big leaps. That is, as in that joke - the spoons were found, but the sediment remained. Why am I all this? And to the fact that in Turkey (at least, as we did), everything is paradoxically mixed up: if you manage to get some pleasure from self-self, without the intervention of local servants, they will definitely try to fix everything and will definitely ruin everything with their obsessive service .
To be continued.
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- Just stopped by, the first impression is that I want to sit down and cry.
- Disgusting hotel
- Complete contempt for guests
- In general, I liked everything
- Excellent hotel
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