Hamman when i was holiday
In a darkened steam room, the guy and I were alone and had no common language between us. He was about three times me size and I didn’t know what the procedure was but he eased me into it by having me lie on the floor, stand over me, say something in arabic and then roar with such laughter that I could see the back of his throat and where his molars must’ve been. He soaped me up and chucked water all around me, pulling my bags at the front and back to chuck pots of water down there. I think he said something about the wife being away but I’m not sure. He scrubbed with a coarse sponge, he scrubbed my arse with vigour and then had me scrubbed my own genitals in front of him. He chucked roasting water round me, later he sprinkled some freezing water on my shin to let me get a feel for how cold the next bucket of water was going to be. It was a wee bit hard to relax at first but I got quite into it, we shook hands at the end and I felt like I’d made a friend. I realised when I was getting changed afterwards that I was in full view of the alleyway outside. I’d totally recommend it.
