To cleanse myself from the parties, I went to the Turkish baths and ordered Full Service:
I hope that doesn't mean what I think it means! With no idea what was going to happen, I changed into the Tartan skirt they gave me:
and put on my ceremonial wooden slippers:
I cannot divulge what happened in the inner sanctum, but it was unbearably hot, and involved a lot of scrubbing from my hairy, unsmiling tellak:
Afterward, I felt lightheaded from the heat, but they mercifully gave me a bottle of water in the outer sanctum:
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