I take my key and towel into the changing room, praying for it to be empty. A plate of orange slices is passed around, and I feel at one with my new naked pals. As per tradition, the saunameister comes in on the hour and pours cedar and mint onto the coals, then begins fanning the air. An Amayana spa with it all — pools, steam rooms, saunas, tanning rooms, as well as an outdoor pool, which the hardy can try in winter. As in Scandinavia, saunas are revered here for their relaxing effects, circulatory benefits and power to make you sweat a pint in 10 minutes.
Thursday is ladies only.
Kinky College Coeds Take A Bath
So I undress, blushing furiously, and cower by a locker. The problem of leery old loners using mixed saunas to gawp, however, genuinely seems absent. A woman comes in and starts pulling on her bra and adjusting her breasts, relaxed as anything. The owner of one of them budges up for me and I settle on a square of bench. The men seem to turn away from me. A gaunt and expressionless man takes a cold shower.