In the morning we went down for the dreaded turkish bath.
We had a 'let's just get it over with' attitude.

The steam room was soooo unbearably hot, and some of the massages were a bit painful. Being ordered to remove my bikini by a naked turkish man was a bit weird too.

However, I did get the pleasure of watching the same man drag a naked G across a stone table by his feet like a rag doll. Totally made up for it.

Afterwards we felt amazing. We floated back up to our room, grinning all the way. For the rest of the day I'd occasionally realise just how comfortable and relaxed I still was.


In the evening we wandered down to the beach.