I had arrived in Amman with rain pouring and temperatures hovering below 10°C. My large hotel room unimpressed with a weak air conditioning unit as the only source of heat outside a bed covered with thick blankets. When Jess called and suggested a visit to the hammam I didn’t need any more convincing.

I decide to walk the little more than 2 km from the Jordan River hotel, down King Hussein Street, up onto Jabal Amman, crossing Rainbow Street into the posher and quieter part of town, until I find the Al-Pasha Turkish Bath across the street from the Aliyyah School for Girls.

I regret my frugality while ascending the broken steps of the steep hill with a torrent of water engulfing my sneakers.

At one, Jess greets me outside, from the cab of a taxi.

Vintage motorcycle outside Al-Pasha Turkish bath, Amman, Jordan (2016-12-19)

Vintage motorcycle outside Al-Pasha Turkish bath, Amman, Jordan (2016-12-19)

We step inside into a different world: The entrance and main lounge is dominated by a large water fountain with ornate Arab details and brass lampions with colorful glass windows hanging from the round, see-through ceiling. Around it, the seating is arranged in pockets, allowing for separate group spaces. In cabinets and on shelves along the walls, a smorgasbord of antiques catches my eye: cameras, instruments, telephones,… revealing Jordan’s Ottoman and English pasts.

A male employee looks at us, points at his watch and says: “Only three hours!”

The hammam is usually men-only. But some days, it’s a women-only establishment from the early afternoon until 4 pm. If you want to visit as a group you can book the whole bath.

We are guided through a small door to the changing area.

The rain is pelting the metal roof of the changing room, dripping in in one of the corners.

A young woman, clad in a skirt, shirt and with a turban on her head, rattles down the treatment options: “It’s JOD25. If you want we have a very nice scrub with…”

Al-Pasha Turkish bath, Amman, Jordan (2016-12-19)

Al-Pasha Turkish bath, Amman, Jordan (2016-12-19)

I am too tired, too miserable in my wet clothes to listen. So I ask for a written menu.

She is confused. Why do I not understand?

I try to explain, I just need to read what’s what.

She still doesn’t understand.

I give up and pay the minimum JOD25 fee and proceed to peel my clothes off while Jess opts to add on a foot scrub for JOD3.

Another young woman comes in, sees my wet clothes and proposes I dry them in the sauna. I’m hesitant.

Hammam Step 1

Five minutes later and in my bikini, I enter the hammam area: a big bubbly hot tub in the center, massage tables scattered between the pillars. There are no more than half a dozen guests, all female, here.

An older woman points me to the showers.

I shower and turn back to her. She shoves me into the steam room and hands me a plastic container with ice crystals on the outside and  a straw sticking out.

Hammam Step 2

Two girls conversing in Russian are already inside.

I feel my way to the bench embracing the hot air. A steady dripping from the condensation breaks the hazy silence.

The plastic cup contains a sweet hibiscus tea frozen to a slushy.

I heat up and sip to cool down. Heat. Sweat. Sip. Heat. Sweat. Sip…

Jess joins me.

Somebody shouts into the fog. “You’re next.”

The Russian girls shake their heads: “We’re not warm enough. Later.”

Hammam Step 3

“You’re next!”

I get up, find the door and follow a smiling portly lady.

She points to one of the massage tables. “You lie down.”

I lie down and she proceeds to scrub every centimeter of me from the tips of my toes to my ears.

This is not my first visit to a hammam. Back in Fez, Morrocco, I had taken a pass on the opportunity to be scrubbed and subsequently got a good view of my travel comrades having their skin all but torn off while being tossed around like dolls. But this time there was no choice but to pay for the full package. I might as well get my money’s worth.

There is little to worry about: The scrubbing lady does not seem intent on finding out what’s hidden underneath my skin. Even with her very limited English, she finds the courtesy to ask me to extend a leg or and arm and to turn around so she can treat my backside.

After the scrub with a loofa glove, she applies soap and empties buckets of warm water over me.

The rain outside is a now million miles away.

When she’s done she points me to the hot tub: “Wait here.”

Hammam Step 4

I step into the water. It is warmer than expected so I have to raise my upper half into the air from time to time. I wish I could have another hibiscus slushy.

Another lady calls me to another massage table.

Hammam Step 5

She bids me to take off my top and lie on my stomach. She grabs olive oil from a tub and gives me a light top-to-bottom massage.

When she’s done she points to the shower and on to the sauna.

From somewhere another woman appears and hands me a towel.

Hammam Step 6

The sauna is empty and cold because the door is open. I remember my wet clothes and fetch them from my locker to spread them on one of the benches next to large towels that have also placed there for drying.

With the door shut the temperature quickly picks up.

An elderly lady joins me. In a broad Arabic accent, she declares that she’s from the US. When I ask what she was doing in Amman she says that she lives here 6 months a year and 6 months in Florida. After a while she explains that she’s originally Iraqui but became a refugee 15 years ago, first living in Jordan and then in the US where she eventually acquired citizenship.

Hammam in AmmanI wonder why she chooses to spend the winter in this cold place rather than the other way around. She smiles: “To see my family.”

She tells me she goes to the hammam at least once a week. While there were many Turkish baths in Amman, the Al-Pasha was the best.

Jess joins us for a few more minutes.

It’s past three when I’m changed and have a seat on a carpeted platform with a giant aquarium on one end and a gas heater on the other. One of the ladies hands me a hot tea. I whip out Stephen King’s On Writing and read for a while.

Back in the main hall, the man that had greeted us a few hours ago has started to prepare the tables for the male patrons. It’s time for us to step back out into the rainy reality.

This post was in no way sponsored or supported by the Al-Pasha Turkish Bath in Amman, Jordan.

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  • Chitrangi Sharms 2017-02-04 at 8:29 am

    Great post ! 🙂

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  • Jeff & Crystal 2017-02-06 at 12:17 am

    Very interesting article, and we liked the humor dotted into it. We have never even considered what takes place in a Turkish style bath, and didn’t realize all of the steps. Thanks for sharing.

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  • Brooke (@difkindoftravel) 2017-02-06 at 12:54 am

    I have yet to visit a Hammam but would love to! I opted not to in Granada due to the prices and not having a bikini on hand but i hear the best ones are in places like Jordan and Turkey anyways so I guess I’ll wait. sounds like heaven!

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  • Pete 2017-02-06 at 1:33 am

    You’ve got a way with words. I feel as if I’ve been through the process now, from wet sneakers to post-bath glow. That cooling drink in the steam room sounds like the perfect combination. Thanks for the experience!

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  • Elisabeth Bunch 2017-02-06 at 2:22 am

    Wow, what an interesting experience! I am hoping to visit Amman at the end of my backpacking trip through Asia this summer 🙂

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    • Carola Bieniek 2017-02-06 at 11:38 am

      You should. Though it’s probably too hot for hammam then 😉

      Enjoy Asia! – That’s where I’m heading next, too…

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  • LC 2017-02-06 at 2:58 am

    I’ve only ever done a hammam in Morocco too (but Marrakech, rather than Fez). It was an… interesting experience (actually no, it was rather traumatic!) We were locked inside and forgotten about by staff, which did not make for a fun time. I think I’ll try it again if I make it to Jordan. Sounds like this was just what you needed, on an otherwise rainy day.

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    • Carola Bieniek 2017-02-06 at 11:36 am

      Ha! That sounds horrible – to be forgotten by the staff! Yikes! But as I like to say: At least it makes for a great story after you’ve gotten out of the situations 😉
      Happy continued travels!

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  • Tracy (lifeofkuhl) 2017-02-06 at 3:49 am

    You are a really great story teller. I think I would have loved to spend an afternoon in the warmth…maybe with some wine 😉

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    • Carola Bieniek 2017-02-06 at 11:35 am

      Oooh, now with wine that would have been a whole new level of awesome – wine and a hot tub on a rainy day…

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  • Lydia@LifeUntraveled 2017-02-09 at 11:35 pm

    I’ve never been to a hammam but would really like to go one day. That slushy hibiscus tea sounds delicious!

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  • 8duffels2mutts 2017-02-11 at 3:08 pm

    This sounds like an incredible cultural experience. I was not even aware that Turkish were known for their baths! I think it was the perfect treat to after getting caught in the cold rain 🙂 Hopefully you stayed dry on the walk back.

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  • Kate 2017-02-12 at 6:43 pm

    Great post! Although it didnt seem so relaxing, the hibiscus slushy sure sounded good!!!

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