Could you strip down in a foreign place like this with strangers? By Meagen Collins. Nudity or toplessness is the norm in a Moroccan hammam, and little foreign me would have to embrace it. Sure, when I was a kid my mum would throw my younger brother and me in the tub and create an endless amount of embarrassing photos that would magically reappear on our 21st birthdays.
What else do you want me to do? The worst thing you can do in a Moroccan medina is look lost. The mischievous children can sniff you out in a sec and depending on the day, decide whether to accurately help you or point you in the opposite direction just for giggles. Today they were nice and pointed at a subtle yellow and green tiled entrance, where tendrils of steam from what lies within slowly escaped up towards the clouds. Luke and I were on the hunt for a hammam for later that night.