The Hamam

For me most of the day was spent reading whilst the parentals went up a mountain as well as, it later transpired, finding me a 'nice Turkish husband.

When you are in Turkey one of the things I suggest would be on your itinerary is going to the the Turkish baths or hamam. We have spent a good portion of our stay here working out the best one to go to and finally decided to go to the spa at our own resort the Patara Prince.

 The sauna was the first port of call where we were to lie until deemed suitably sweaty. This was actually supposed to open up all of our pores but I was nevertheless reminded of meat roasting in an oven when the guy kept coming in to check if we were 'cooked enough'.

Thankfully just as I was feeling like I was going to get heat stroke I was led from the sauna into the Turkish bath area and instructed to lie on a heated marble slab. Meanwhile the hamam guy turned on all the taps around the room..was he trying to flood the room? And started to pour water over my body. Next I was scrubbed from head to toe with what felt like a Brillo pad. - this part of the procedure is called 'peeling' as it exfoliates the body and gets rid of and dead skin.

After being doused in more water I noticed that the guy was waving a sack in the air and, when he squeezed it lots of bubbles came out. This 'foam massage' was an entirely new and unique experience that did not fail to remind me of having a bubble bath in which there are too many bubbles. I would definitely recommend this treatment and was left feeling squeaky clean by the end.

Once free of foam I was hosed down before being swaddled like a new born child in towels and escorted to a deck chair to relax.

I moved on from this room to have a full body massage and face mask before my  time in the hamam was complete.

Dinner: pizza fungi but it had capers on which was a bit disappointing