Naked bodies abound in Istanbul’s baths
I joined the throng, although precariously balanced on the edge. But I was told, by one of the butch ladies lathering bodies, to move into the middle – so I could wait my turn. The washing women did wear small back knickers but nothing else. And most of them were pretty huge – both their breasts and their tummies.
One of the biggest signalled for me to lie on my front. I did as I was told as I was sluiced with water, scrubbed and foamed. Actually it was rather nice. A lovely oily massage followed, which included rubbing my aching feet (I’d done a lot of walking around the city). Emerging onto the streets, which were humming throughout the night, I was restored. The hubbub of Istanbul during Ramadan continued where I’d left it…
Originally posted by Julia Hailes on Telegraph Blogs
