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The sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, another perfect day to enjoy the city and, of course, visit the famous
Not only are the baths relaxing, but they generate great stories. Just imagine it… take a bunch of characters from the general population of say… San Francisco; young, old, locals and tourists and have them all jump into a giant swimming pool of warm water and simply enjoy each other’s company. However, the best stories have to be the, big gut, flabby butt and incredible camel toe sightings. Yes, there were multiple sightings—men’s toes (aka moose knuckle) and women’s toes, there’s no discrimination here. Of course, I can’t forget the saunas and a few great moments in the intense heat.
The other day when we were in the bath, I asked Marc if this would be a place he would take a
date. He thought it would be a perfect date, probably not a first date, but maybe a third or fourth. We noticed a young couple, who both appeared to be British (based on accents), who were having a get-to-know-you conversation, that included their relationships with their parents, etc. as they waded through the water, occasionally touching hands, the sexual tension was thick enough it could have been cut with a knife. We figured they are both here, in
Shortly after, we noticed two pretty young ladies, in their early 20’s, prancing around the courtyard in their bikinis—one in a gold thong bikini, the other in a pink floral suit that was very flattering. They were both carrying cameras and clicking posed pictures of each other strategically around the baths. From afar, it was obvious the thong was tiny, but when they got closer to us we noticed there was serious camel toe going on. In fact, at one point, in the intense sunlight, it appeared the gold bikini was translucent, and the young lady might as well have been running around buck naked. They attracted plenty of attention as they took pictures of each other with sexy faces and sultry poses. A man in his early 60’s, obviously smitten, got up the courage and offered to snap a picture of the two—I’m sure he zoomed in on the golden toe.
A few minutes after the golden toe incident, a man in his 70’s hauled his belly out of the pool, and exposed his sheer, gray, Speedo. I think he had the Speedo since he was a teenager, it had definitely seen better days. With that being said, I had the displeasure of witnessing a rear, male-toe, butt hair and all. I know, I shouldn’t have been looking, but it sucked me in, it was like a train wreck, and I couldn’t look away—I'm just happy I didn’t see the frontal view!
Hopefully, the toe sightings didn’t offend you, if they did, we apologize; sometimes the truth hurts. The next story isn’t about toes, but about big, fat, sweaty men.
Half of the bath was closed today for ongoing renovation required to keep the baths clean and functional. This meant only half of the saunas and the pools were open. We still wanted to punish ourselves a little bit in the sauna. However, as we entered the 75C (167F) steam room Marc
chickened out and headed back to pools. I braved forward and walked into the room that was totally packed. It appeared to be a meeting for sweaty, fat guys... to be part of the club you must be over 60, wear a Speedo, weigh at least 250 pounds, and have enough chest and back hair to give the little lady in Vietnam, who removed Marc’s back hair, a full time job. All of the wooden benches were full of these sweaty, fat guys so I just stood there, looking at them looking at me, all of us sweating profusely. The heat in the room was so intense that when I breathed air in through my nose it actually burned my nasal cavity; I figured this was my body’s way of saying get the Hell outa here. Plus, I realized I wasn’t meant to be part of this exclusive club and exited stage left.
As we say… traveling is all about the stories.
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