son drafted in a feng shui expert to arrange the rocks in a waterfall. It is obvious, though, that this is a very Australian experience, set amid tea- trees, she- oaks and croaking frogs.
After my Turkish hamam session, I move on to the nearby Arabian Marquee, a tented treatment area catering primarily for groups, which is apparently very popular with hen parties.
After being offered a whiff of various lotions and potions by my therapist, who is trying to determine the fragrance that will best suit my state of mind, I almost slip into a deep sleep as I’m oiled and massaged during a fabulously relaxing 45-minute treatment.
While exploring the vigorous bathing rituals of the Turks and the Finns has been an illuminating experience, it turns out I’m very much an Asian-inspired aromatherapy kind of girl.
Discovering the secrets of the Turkish hamam
A secluded plunge pool