It's a rock room - small egg sized rocks sank into mortar - and it's heated with a sauna oven. And it's relatively small. It's about half the size of the weird, towel lined dry sauna they have there, room enough for 8 gentlemen max, I'd say. There's an unnecessary feature mounted on the ceiling: this weird, three nozzled mister which sends out hot mist. Weird, but not a detriment in any way. This room is HOT.
It's effectively a turkish sauna: radiant heat with high humidity. There aren't any faucets, but there is a cold shower.
Added plus: The cruisey gay dudes don't like this room so much. Too hot for them. I know because I asked them. Loudly.
It's my new tactic with dudes at Century. I talk really loud about how I like a really hot heat, how I like the Russian style heat, how I'm serious about this shit. For the furtive cruisey dude, volume and calling direct attention goes against their looky-loo code of creepiness.
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