Mannis Hammam outing... haha

Manni has never been to a Hammam in síx years in Morocco...

Good, we won a ticket to just one of them at the Spring Fair at School.

I asked Manni, if I should come with him. I know, men and women are seperated, but nevertheless, it would have been a chance for me to go the second time in 6 years. But no, that is a thing, he wanted to do all by himself!! The voucher promised all wishes fulfilled... and Manni saw himself already in the 7th heaven.

The Hammam was in a popular quater (which does not mean "popular" as we would understand it in Europe...), 40 minutes by car. The voucher did not fulfill anything, but the entrance to the establishment... Manni was disappointed by the looks of a Hammam: tiles and more wet tiles, all square an wet and full of aggressive germs and fungi!! Manni had to borrow some old plastic slippers from one of the workers there, to survive the walk to the shower without being populated by a whole flock of fungi.

He paid for a gommage (peels of your skin in spagetti like worms) a savonage (more or less soaping you) and a massage. He was looking forward to all of it, but got soap in his eyes, the gommage hurts and last but not least, the massage was left!!!

Manni expected a long legged dark beauty in her mid twenties with smooth fingers and most willing to fulfill wishes of all sorts... (open up a beer, while massaging ... I suppose...).
Wrong: there came a short legged dwarf in smelly shorts, which stuck to his sweaty hairy legs. His face was flat like a plate, decorated with an enormous mustache, covering his rotting teeth. Manni put on again his new underwear from Derb Ghalef and sent a prayer to heaven. His prayers were answered and the agony only took 5 minutes (for DH 160,-!!!!).


Manni was never sooo happy to get soo little for his money!!!