my trip to anywhere must include atleast one significant authentic activity of the local.
marked as one of my hilarious yet awkward activity, was going to hammam.
sigh.
hammam is mandi sauna. but i have no idea whatsoever how is the condition like in hammam. i have nothing to expect, maybe a room with benches for everyone to sit until you get sweaty and stinky. in my head i wish i could strike up small conversations (something i have mastered along the way from teenage to grownup phase tehehe) with little arabic i know.
yeah all that rm500 arabic classes wasnt all gone to the drain you know.
my student friends were giggling when i told them about my hammam plan. their advice is, dont go, you could use spa back in your hometown, but not hammam here especially a public one.
being an alcheapo person myself, i didnt bite into their advice.
do you think i fly 18hour x 2 to oust hammam, one of Moroccan's identity of authenticness because someone advice me not to?
heck no.
tehehehe.
on my last day in Marrakech wandering around for nothing, getting proposals almost every stop i made and diving into the wonderful gastronomic adventure alone, i found myself staring at an extrance of a hammam by accident.
actually i almost forgot about hammam (obviously its all about timing), until me and Nora passed by a hammam in Azilal (about 250km from Marrakech) that i actually voiced out my plan to Nora.
She told me we could go together while passing few women wearing pyjamas with pails to hammam.
unfortunately, it is all about timing. we had to go back to Marrakech to send off the car the next day.
so i get a little giddy jiggy to try out the alcheapo hammam. i went inside and there is a counter with grills separating me and the counter boy who is on the gents hammam entrance. i paid for hammam (sauna), gommage (scrub) and massage as little as 70Dh (beh kurang 45RM).
bring your own towel, sabun and shampoo, you are good to go bebeh.
once i entered inside, there are benches with old women sleeping on it. and i entered deep inside, dah feeling2 breathing is hard because of the lack of air, because you are in sauna, duuh.
what took me by surprise, and that awkward moment was, i entered a big room of sauna, no benches, only water pipes with queueing piles to be filled in with warm water (it was so cold winter mind you). and maybe 20ladies sitting on their own stool scrubbing themselves with what looks like scrub mitt i saw at the souq.
there were also 2 ladies who were on a mat (mcm yoga mat?) on the floor, one laid down while the other one scrubbing the laid down one.
marked as one of my hilarious yet awkward activity, was going to hammam.
sigh.
hammam is mandi sauna. but i have no idea whatsoever how is the condition like in hammam. i have nothing to expect, maybe a room with benches for everyone to sit until you get sweaty and stinky. in my head i wish i could strike up small conversations (something i have mastered along the way from teenage to grownup phase tehehe) with little arabic i know.
yeah all that rm500 arabic classes wasnt all gone to the drain you know.
my student friends were giggling when i told them about my hammam plan. their advice is, dont go, you could use spa back in your hometown, but not hammam here especially a public one.
being an alcheapo person myself, i didnt bite into their advice.
do you think i fly 18hour x 2 to oust hammam, one of Moroccan's identity of authenticness because someone advice me not to?
heck no.
tehehehe.
on my last day in Marrakech wandering around for nothing, getting proposals almost every stop i made and diving into the wonderful gastronomic adventure alone, i found myself staring at an extrance of a hammam by accident.
actually i almost forgot about hammam (obviously its all about timing), until me and Nora passed by a hammam in Azilal (about 250km from Marrakech) that i actually voiced out my plan to Nora.
She told me we could go together while passing few women wearing pyjamas with pails to hammam.
unfortunately, it is all about timing. we had to go back to Marrakech to send off the car the next day.
so i get a little giddy jiggy to try out the alcheapo hammam. i went inside and there is a counter with grills separating me and the counter boy who is on the gents hammam entrance. i paid for hammam (sauna), gommage (scrub) and massage as little as 70Dh (beh kurang 45RM).
bring your own towel, sabun and shampoo, you are good to go bebeh.
once i entered inside, there are benches with old women sleeping on it. and i entered deep inside, dah feeling2 breathing is hard because of the lack of air, because you are in sauna, duuh.
what took me by surprise, and that awkward moment was, i entered a big room of sauna, no benches, only water pipes with queueing piles to be filled in with warm water (it was so cold winter mind you). and maybe 20ladies sitting on their own stool scrubbing themselves with what looks like scrub mitt i saw at the souq.
there were also 2 ladies who were on a mat (mcm yoga mat?) on the floor, one laid down while the other one scrubbing the laid down one.
know what, i am a really shy person. a really really really shy one.
so when i see everyone naked to my naked eye, even the masseuse, i laugh hard.
naked party is full house yaw!
hahahahahahahahaha.
would it be enough if i told you it was already too late to back off?
i quickly learn that it was rude to stare but a toddler of maybe 2yo, should be banned inside, he practically stares at everyone (took a longer stare at me lols maybe he thinks i was sleeping).
hahahahahahahahaha.
would it be enough if i told you it was already too late to back off?
i quickly learn that it was rude to stare but a toddler of maybe 2yo, should be banned inside, he practically stares at everyone (took a longer stare at me lols maybe he thinks i was sleeping).
i had to fake a smile when everyone who went behind my back and saw a very large bruise on my back, oh that pity sound.......
(i jatuh unta few days before but thats another story)
i wont go into details. i was so traumatized i want to erase the memory outta my head.
i wont go into details. i was so traumatized i want to erase the memory outta my head.
so yeah, i am glad i went there alone by myself. i am sure i'll take more than a year to end my traumatization should someone so familiar tag along. huhu.
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