Sunday Hamam

This week we once again ventured into the old city for our traditional Sunday hamam. We seem to be decreasing our standards each time, as this one had an entry fee of 2 manats and was inhabited by even more partially-naked, sweaty men. No problem, though. This is where the genuine hamam experiences take place.

As it turned out, this hamam first opened its doors in the 18th century. Visions of Ottoman, Russian, and Persian kings cleaning themselves up after a hard day in court made the experience that much more memorable.

We went about our usual business. Sauna, cold pool, shower, tea, sauna, etc. One man in particular was getting the fiercest massage of his life. We watched has he writhed in pain and flipped around like a fish out of water. I think I'm going to pay the 4 manat fee for that next time.

I'm already looking forward to next week.