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5 minutes in, Ayla stopped, smacked me on the stomach with her loofah, “too tense, relax! A minute later she stopped and pointed out my tattoos muttering to herself in Turkish. Flickr Creative Commons Source Having me roll over and lay in quite possibly 100 angles to exfoliate every inch of me (oh my god why did I eat all that bread with dinner?! ) was almost too much to bear but I’m not going to lie, the scrubbing did feel nice.By the time she finished, I looked down and I was covered with a layer of gray dead skin. Sitting me on the edge of the platform, she dumped bucket after bucket of hot water over my head to wash it off.In the center of the room was a large octagonal marble platform about 3 feet high and 15 feet wide, and sprawled out on one side was a completely naked old lady. And they were stark naked source My heart sank as I watched the scene before me unfold from the corner of my eye.It’s like witnessing someone being executed knowing that you’re next. This lady was getting scrubbed, oiled and massaged from head to toe without a stitch of clothing or towel on IN FRONT OF OTHER LADIES. Eagerly, I hopped up to greet her, beginning to ask if I could go back to my little room and put on my bikini bottoms before our session. Tyler Anthony pops around the corner and begins to bully Turk.On this trip I have already toured a sultan’s palace, practiced belly dancing, and wandered for hours in ancient bazaars where I scooped up brocade slippers with toes curled up into bells and Russian caviar for a tin.Please don’t touch my boobs, please don’t touch my boobs, I prayed to whatever bath god was out there. As she moved higher and higher up to my shoulders and upper arms, her soapy hands passed over my chest, again, again, and again. I just went to second base with a 40 year old Turkish woman. Like the kind of laugh that takes a few seconds to get under control because you know you shouldn’t be laughing in the first place, which makes it all the funnier. Not even fazed, Ayla continued down to my legs, rubbing the knots out of my calves, which felt awesome. Wiping the water from my eyes, Ayla snatched my hand and led me out of the baths and wrapped me in several towels before grabbing my face and planting two kisses on my cheeks.
What if it tickled so much and I did the unthinkable and peed my pants?! I was in the middle of an OCD nightmare; it was one thing with the loofah, but another thing with bare hands.I mean, I hardly knew the woman let alone pronounce her name right, and here she was touching every inch of me in front of other people.As she was massaging circles around on my stomach and sides I knew what was coming, and there was nothing I could do about it.” And no, I was not about to be ravished by some devilishly handsome Turkish man I met over champagne on my first class flight over. Flicking through my Lonely Planet looking for ideas for the rest of my first night in Istanbul, I decided to try out one of the infamous Turkish Hamam (baths). The Hagia Sofia Walking alone to one of the oldest baths in the city, I had no idea what to expect. As the sun was setting over the high mosque spires dotted around the Sultanhamet quarter of the old city, I tucked into a 5 course dinner of roasted lamb, savory bread dips and soft, flavorful veggies at a nice little back alley restaurant.