I took a tram to go to one of the traditional hamam, the Turkish bath.
Because I arrived early and nobody was there yet, owner of the hamam allowed me to take pictures luckily.
Then the main bath room is typically like this. This is relatively smaller one.
When the bath became busy with Turkish customers, it looks like Pier 39 in San Francisco. Lots of sea mammals: seals and walruses are beaching on the table. (No howling however, just chatting and laughing which is also funny to me too)
Oh, btw. When I re-visited this hamam in May, I met an old guy who is around my age and...he looked exactly like Iraqi President Saddam Hussein.(Actually the race between Iraqi and Turkish are different. But that old dude still looked like a former president of Iraqi) Then... If I try comparing two meticulously and precisely, The Turkish version is a little overweight and the hair was in gray (that's my age), I think,. But Saddam captured, he was gray too so not big difference there, What I liked was nicely cleanly kept mustache. and the Turkish daddy doing the right, I saw.
Other several repeater customers on the marble table who speaks some English, told me "Does he like Saddam, doesn't he?" and teasing him a lot. Mr, Turkish Saddam was giving punching those friends (dangerous! he's powerful for sure) but I noticed the Turkish Saddam does even recognize himself somewhat (or pretty quite) similar to the real former Iraqi president, and keeps his hairstyle and the mustache in the same styles when Hussein was the top leader... I wanted to ask him how often people tells him 'you look like Saddam' and how he can be survived from those less-thoughtful negative comments as well as those too-much-friendly questions from the strangers. Unfortunately, Mr. Saddam couldn't speak fluent English so the answer are uncertain, but I feel I couldn't create extra friendship with whim... Let me try next time if I saw him. I liked his gray salt & pepper mustache and if he has a good sense of humor similar to me, we might be able to overcome the language barrier.
Then... My most favorite part is the steam room is ceiling. (expect chatting the guests) The main bathroom has a domed cupola with skylight holes.
There are masseurs waiting for customers, and they always look like professional wrestlers. Seriously, they used to be a wrestler of Turkish oil wrestling. When they retired, they go to a school of masseurs located in Tokat, northeast of Ankara where the town is called as "the town of hamam." Therefore the genuine masseurs in hamam are all came from Tokat. When I heard that story, I thought it sounds like Tiger's Cave (虎の穴) in the story of Japanese manga, Tiger Mask. (LOL)
After the skin scrub, oil massage and foam (bubble) massage, followed with beaching walruses in the steamy room, I was totally exhausted. Then I was wrapped up with Turkish towels and rest in the cabin (or opening resting areas) for one or couple hours until my sweat reasonably stops.
Feeling a kind of fatigue but nicely relaxed, going back to the hotel room slowly... then I saw this street view.
Before returning the hotel room, I stopped by a casual restaurant for late lunch.