The Muddy Beginnings

As I stepped into the Turkish Bath and Spa in Side, I was greeted by a scene that was far from the pristine, icy landscapes I was accustomed to. The Arctic’s harsh beauty had taught me to appreciate the raw and unrefined, and here, in a basic-looking pit with grey muddy water pouring from a yellow plastic pipe, I found a similar charm. The mud bath, though not visually inspiring, was surprisingly relaxing. I lathered the mud onto my skin, feeling the weight of the world slip away, much like the snowflakes that drift silently in the polar winds.

After a cold shower to rinse off the mud, I was led indoors to a series of rooms that promised warmth and relaxation. The sauna, salt cave, and steam rooms were a stark contrast to the biting cold of the Arctic, yet they offered a similar sense of isolation and introspection. Each room, with its unique atmosphere, allowed me to unwind and reflect, much like the solitude of a snow-covered landscape.

The Turkish Bath Experience

The highlight of the visit was undoubtedly the traditional Turkish bath. The foam rub was a gentle prelude to the vigorous massage that followed. As someone who has endured the physical demands of Arctic expeditions, the pummeling of the Turkish massage was a welcome challenge. The masseur’s hands worked with precision, kneading away the tension that had accumulated from years of battling the elements.

My wife, who accompanied me on this journey, found the experience equally rewarding, though the masseur was noticeably gentler with her. The Turkish bath was a testament to the power of touch and tradition, a reminder that even in the most extreme environments, there is room for comfort and care.

The Unfortunate Upsell

However, the tranquility of the experience was marred by an unexpected interruption. As we moved upstairs for the oil massage, an interpreter joined us, attempting to convince me of an urgent need for a medical massage to fix my back. The suggestion, at a cost of €45, was laughable to someone who has weathered the Arctic’s unforgiving conditions.

For my wife, the sales pitch took a more aggressive turn, casting a shadow over what had been a delightful experience. It was a disappointing end to an otherwise rejuvenating visit, a reminder that even in the most serene settings, one must remain vigilant.

Despite this, the Turkish Bath and Spa in Side offered a glimpse into a tradition that is both ancient and invigorating. With a few adjustments, it could be a haven for travelers seeking respite from the chaos of the world. As I left, I couldn’t help but hope that future visitors would be spared the upselling tactics, allowing them to fully embrace the rejuvenation that this unique experience has to offer.