Last time I was in Germany I visited a spa and sauna centre, and after the swim I decided to try my first ever sauna so wrapping my towel around my waist I went in search of the sauna rooms.
The first wooden door had a sign with DAME and although my German is limited to words learnt while watching war films, I thought it was prudent not to enter that particular door. The following door had Finnish printed on it, so very slowly I peeked inside. Four huge male Germans were sat on the wooden benches buck naked. It was only as I entered the sauna that I realised that although they were naked, under my towel I still had my trunks on. I am not sure which would be more embarrassing, caught wearing trunks in a German sauna or sitting there naked with a bunch of Germans.
I decided that they were men after all and we are all made the same, just slightly different in places, so I excused myself and retreated back to the changing room to ditch the trunks. Knowing you are nude under a towel as you walk through the swimming pool area while everyone else has a costume on is a very nerve-racking experience, once or twice I nearly chickened out and went back for my costume.
When I returned to the sauna the four Germans were still sat cooking away, so ditching my protective towel I sat down on one of the benches as far away from them as I could. It was hot and I mean really hot; after walking out of the sauna once I knew I would have to stay at least 5 minutes or if I was lucky I might manage to leave when the Germans had had enough. As I sat watching beads of sweat miraculously appear on my arm I decided that protocol or no protocol, I desperately needed to leave the sauna. It was just as I started to stand up that the door opened and three pretty women walked in. One lay down on the bench and the other two sat across from me.
No one uttered a word; none of the Germans said the girl’s sauna is down the corridor. I couldn’t say anything, my German was limited to halt, ausfart and bitte and all I could think was they are naked, nude, no clothes and oh lord so am I. I was already cooked to a crisp and wanted to leave the sauna, but now I would have to stand up in front of these women, and no way was I about to wander out with nothing to cover my modesty. My hands had moved from my knees and were now strategically covered myself, which wasn’t really necessary because it is amazing what heat and fright does to a man.
As I sat there pondering what my options were, the sauna door opened and one of the attendants appeared. I immediately thought he had come to shoo the girls out and send them back to the girly sauna, but with quick clever flicks of a towel he forced some of the heat out of the sauna and into the corridor. I thought I could therefore manage a couple more minutes in the reduced temperature.
The attendant then closed the sauna door and tried to cool the room down by splashing water onto the bricks in the corner, lots of steam filled the room and to be honest it didn’t seem to get any cooler in fact I got the impression that the room was getting hotter. Grabbing his towel the attendant started to wave it in the air above the girls, I glanced across at this spectacle but it wasn’t erotic. To be honest I was too busy trying to work out my exit plan to be worried over erotic thoughts.
The guy then moved around the room to the Germans I waited with bated breath for him to reach me so that I could receive some cool air. When it was finally my turn he started to wave the towel above and in front of me. This guy was either a sadist or stupid what was he trying to do kill me? I had to take a look at his towel to make sure it wasn’t a heat gun; I swear I was receiving third degree burns.
When he had finished his little act everyone clapped, I have decided that the Germans are mad.
I left the sauna as soon as the attendant opened the door and showed the girls a clean pair of heals as I escaped down the corridor. In the corridor with my towel securely fastened around my waist I realised that it hadn’t been as bad as I thought, no one whistled or laughed as I exited, I am sure they would have in England, it was all just so .. normal maybe a bit surreal. I wandered down the corridor and came across two old dears both very old, very naked and very wrinkled who were chatting away sat on their towels next to the biggest Jacuzzi I have ever seen. There were already ten people in it and space for at least another fourteen. So I made up number eleven and ditching my towel I entered the Jacuzzi.
As I sat amongst the bubbles feeling very relaxed my mind drifted to my wife Mrs Sensible who would be ironing or cooking parmigiana. I am sure she would love to sit in a sauna and relax in a Jacuzzi, but I know there is no way she would do it nude. It is just not done in Italy or for the matter in the UK.
Thanks to Pixby Shumbles for inspiring my post. I did write a post about swimming in the spa but it has disappeared.
Russians are worse. They do the same as Germans but they do it drunk
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It might not have worried about the girls if I had been drunk, I would probably have just sat there grinning at them
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Haha , if I ever make it out to Germany , I’ll have to check the sauna situation out ;))
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All true, no kidding.
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LOL at least you didn’t “mention the war…” 🙂
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I was too scared to mention the war
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yeah I bet, mentioning the war and wearing those swimming trunks!? you wouldn’t have come out alive, sauna or no sauna…
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I just sat there humming ♫.Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves la la la la la la never shall be slaves♫
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LOL 🙂 🙂
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Oh and I have just checked my stats and no visitors from Germany today, so we are not offending anyone…. yet.
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don’t get me started……. you know I can look everywhere for potential targets….. 😉
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🙂 go for it girl. We can only be banned from wordpress once.
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mmmmh what’s this, aiding and abetting??
sounds very tempting…. 🙂
let me see what I can do 😉
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The Dail Mail would have field day about nude saunas in Blighty. The 1960’s would cop for it no doubt.
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In Yorkshire they leave their whippets and grey hounds outside and sit in the saunas in deck chairs, costumes and flat caps reading the Sun or Daily Star.
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To see that would be worth a slap with a birch twig
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🙂
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I had to really laugh about this one! You made my day. When you take a trip to California don’t miss putting Harbin Springs on your agenda. I do not know how commercialized it is now but when I went there (with German friends naturally) years ago it was still in its pristine innocent glory.
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I will google it but alas I only travel around Europe. Oooo and a trip to Taiwan at the end of the year.
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I found a great blog about Harbin Springs
http://yogahalfnelson.blogspot.it/2008/10/harbin-hot-springs-retreat.html
Funny funny funny.
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NOT FUNNY AT ALL. Remove that blog URL from my blog post, and now please! This is somebody’s biased opinion and does not reflect the spirit of the place but shows the moronic mind of the blogger. What you write about the German sauna was in not in poor taste. THIS IS. I do not want this link on my blog. THANK YOU !
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I guarantee I would have been thinking all the same things as you! What an odd situation. Haha. Good for a laugh though!
And wait – so the old dears were naked at the jacuzzi too?!?
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Everyone was buck naked. There were people whose skin needed a good ironing and some who were 20ish. Everyone (except the mad Englishman) just walked around without a care in the world or a stitch on. Very surreal, it is a very German thing.
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Oh, Pecora I see that the link is on YOUR blog, not mine. Thank goodness.
But I have this to say:
hey folks: why the big commotion ? hasn’t any body seen naked people before ? I guess not – wake up and grow up.
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This is the actual link to Harbin: http://www.harbin.org/
In my not so humble opinion only adolescent minds would consider it a sex locale.
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I deleted the link and then I changed my mind and I have put it back. His blog was very witty and that is why I posted a link. On the blog one of the people that left a comment said it wasn’t like that when they went.
I don’t intend to upset you and please feel free to delete your comments and links, I won’t be offended although I feel it will be a shame
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Ha, that really was a case of culture shock! And thanks for the mention 😉
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Hi pixyshumbles it was a pleasure, I enjoyed your blog.
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This is a very entertaining post, you have a way with words.
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Thank you very much. Englishman in Italy is just a bit of fun, but it is all true.
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Hi Pecora Nera, I am here just in my late-evening meanderings thru the blogs… I have not seen anything new from you lately. Yes, I did get hot under the collar but that was because I am Italian and I thought that your link was in my blog… I did not dare to commandeer you on yours. Peace.
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Hi Veraersilia, It was my birthday this weekend so I have been busy relaxing, drinking, sleeping and enjoying myself. I have another post but I am still playing with it.
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Bwahahaha. I almost spluttered green tea all over my screen. Hilarious introduction to your blog. 😆
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Thanks 🙂 Green tea?
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Yes, I’m told it’s very healthy. 🙂
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My husband and I had a similar experience at a German sauna– we walked in in our bathing suits only to realize everyone else was nude! We decided it would be more awkward to make our exit and just acted natural for a few minutes (until we nearly died of the heat, and then got out of there fast).
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Once you get over the shock, and start to relax it is really very good. The Germans just seem to have a different attitude to nudity, maybe it is their lack of a sense of humour. 🙂
Oops that’s torn it!!! Later I might have to edit that last bit out..
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Yeah, not happening. Ever! Everyone would be blind by the time I left.
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LOL, it is a great experience, nude sauna is normal for the Germans, just not normal for the British or the Americans.
I doubt you would get an Italian in a nude sauna either, they would have to take their scarf and handbag with them.
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