I have never been to a spa for a massage or body scrub or facial or any service for that matter. Ditto Charlie.

2 rubes ready to try something new to them.
So our out-of-our-comfort-zone activity was a Turkish bath experience in Istanbul, Türkiye. If you’re going to have a Turkish bath why not in Türkiye?

Ayasofya Hurrem Sultan Hamam is one of the most luxury historical Turkish baths in Istanbul, located at the center of old city, Sultanahmet.
I tried to book the Turkish bath tour with the ship but it was already sold out when I looked online. The ship’s tour was going to the bath in the Rick Steves video. After I thought about it for awhile I decided getting naked with people I would be seeing for the next week might not be my cup of tea so I booked us at the Turkish bath in the Viking video featuring the cruise line’s owner’s daughter.

The Hamam was originally designed and built by Mimar Sinan, the chief Ottoman architect. It was built at the request of Hurrem Sultan (Roxelana), the wife of Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent in the 16th century (1556-1557 AD).
I had booked this appointment online which allotted Charlie’s start time at 10 and mine at 10:30 however they promised in an email to align our times so we would be seen at the same time. The hamam sent confirmation (in very clear English) by WhatsApp that both reservations were at 10 a.m.

The men’s entrance to the hamam.
The Hurrem Sultan Hamami is in Sultanahmet, the historic center of Istanbul between the Hagia Sofia and Blue mosques. I dropped Charlie off on his side then proceeded to the ladies’ entrance. Men and women are totally separate in this bath as are the gender specific attendants that bathe the customers.

The waiting room surrounded by changing rooms.
After checking in at the desk I was asked to fill out a form listing any issues with my health. I also marked that I would like a medium pressure scrub.

The fruit drink sherbet is made with plums, cherries, and spices.
While waiting I was served liquid sherbet and Turkish Delight.

I wrapped up in the provided Turkish towel and locked my belongings up with my own numeric code.
Then I was directed to a locker where I changed into a small itsy bitsy teeny weenie paper bikini bottom and a Turkish towel. (Charlie was given a pair of paper boxer shorts.)

I sat in the corner spot to the right of the marble sink and poured warm water over myself with a brass basin.
My attendant, Mahire, took me into the warm room where I poured warm water over my arms, legs, and body.

I was able to keep my scratchy mitt along with a selection of products.
Mahire came back after about 10 minutes and vigorously scrubbed me down with a scratchy exfoliating mitt. She showed me the wads of flaky skin that had been removed. My skin was silky.

I was not the only bather in the room but the experience felt very private.
Then Mahire led me to the central platform where she suds me up and rinsed me off both front and back. Seriously relaxing and luxurious.

During the bathing experience both bathers and attendants wear gray towels. Afterward the clients are dressed in white.
After the bath Mahire wrapped me in a new fluffy white towel. I had opted NOT to get my hair washed or I would also have had a head towel as well. Just before we left the bathing area Mahire changed her towel wrap to a new one.

Charlie’s side of the haman was very similar — he, too, chose coffee which was served with sherbet and Turkish delight.
Back in the waiting area I was served more liquid sherbet as a cool down and was offered hot tea or Turkish coffee. I opted for the coffee.

A fascinating place — Turkish bath.
Finally I changed back into my clothing, tipped my attendant 500 Turkish lire (about $15 US) who gave me my gratis goodie bag, and walked around the building to wait for Charlie. We both enjoyed our experience very much and highly recommend a Turkish bath in Istanbul.
Jo