The Turkish Bath

Hey everyone, just one last brief note about Morocco before I get started on Ghana. The last day I went to a Turkish bath – if you ever get the opportunity you simply must go. The bath house was nothing like I expected, looking like an American health club or spa from the outside it took me by surprise. Once inside the décor began looking more like what I was expecting. It was separated by sex, men to the left, women to the right. After going down a flight of stairs I walked into a changing room where I took off everything but my boxers. I was lead into a room with plastic covered massage beds (the only way I can describe them, though this fails to be an apt description) and sinks lining the wall and shin height. The room was tiled in what I can only describe as a modern Greko-roman (apologies for my spelling) ambiance. From there I was led into a smaller steam room decorated in the same style. The steam room was wonderful. The steam shot into some sort of basket filled with herbs. I cannot tell you what kind of herbs they were but I could feel the toxins leave my body as I marinated in the heat. After the steam room I showered off and was led to one of the massage beds. A man insinuated that I should relax, which I did. He proceeded to scrub me down with some sort of a rough glove, almost like sand paper, but with a softer texture. The sheer volume of skin he scrubbed off my body was both disgusting and amazing at the same time. It felt absolutely amazing. I showered again, and then be proceeded to cover me completely with soap. I showered once more, and that was it. All of this for about 10 USD. If I ever live in Morocco, I think I'll go in about once a week for this treatment.