Hammaming It Up

As I laid in the hammam at Riad Fes, my thoughts now turned to survival. Steam hissed angrily from the walls, the intense heat unbearable. Beads of sweat flowed into rivers, puddling up on the hot marble beneath me. My vision blurred, breathing became increasingly difficult in the heavy humid air. I wasn’t sure how much more I could endure. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold on any longer, I finally let go. The weeks, possibly months of stress began to literally melt into nothingness. Worries scrubbed and sloughed away by the hamman attendant. The toxins exorcised with every ounce of sweat. With my mind cleared, body refreshed and renewed, I was ready to tackle the wonders of the medina once again.

Rick Poon is contemplating how he’s going to deal with the heat on his upcoming trip to Rome and Sicily, and wonders when he’ll find time to catch up blogging his travel adventures.