I didn’t manage to spa anywhere in Mongolia... first few truly magical days. Dinosaurs, rocks, friends, bad champagne, camping, and Yak's milk soap.
What made this hammam different? So many details were exactly as they should have been. The garden in the riad courtyard had fountains lush and overflowing with rose petals...
I have to admit I was nervous about sharing something I love so much with someone who might not like the experience. How wrong I was.
For my first hammam experience, my mother guides me by the hand into the Sicaklik, hot room. Laughter ensues as we try to hold up our inexpertly wrapped towels and walk delicately in the wooden nalins on damp marble floors.