To heed the warning from friend to lock myself in the house post-noon on Sunday, I, having been locked in for the best part of a week with tonsillitis, decided to book a Turkish bath at the Carisma Spa at the Intercontinental. The experience starts with you getting changed, and if desired, using the pool facilities. I couldn’t find my swimsuit, so had to avail myself of the ‘one time wear’ undies and sarong, so a dip was out of the question.
I entered the steamy room and ws asked to lay on the warm hexagonal centrepiece. After a couple of minutes, I was doused with pales of warm water; why don’t showers have fittings like these, the sensation is so much nicer than the rain water effect. This was followed by a gentle scrub with a loofah mitten, to slough away dead skin cells and invigorate circulation. Another rinse and then (I peeked) the therapist looked like she was doing ribbon gymnastics dance with a cloth, which, when it came my way, released a lemon verbena scented foam all over my body. It felt amazing. Viscous like honey, but light.Sadly, this was rinsed away, but the treatment was not over.
A gentle hair wash and then massage with oils was performed before moving to a treatment room for further massages. Arms, legs, head, face and feet – my idea of heaven. I would have been happy to stay there, but the Cinderella-like curfew meant I dashed off before the car-cades began. I highly recommend this treatment, and not just because they are an advertiser, but because you are worth it!