The 15 minutes of the steam bath, which I was told uses herbs gathered from the local countryside, seemed just the right amount of time. Emerging from the chicken coop my pores felt better, I felt better.
There was more spa loveliness to come, in the form of a white mud body scrub in the nearby river. Sitting down I’m painted on my arms and legs with the delightful white, fragrant mud and then find myself watching curiously as it dries. I probably could have sat there for an hour or two longer, captivated by this, but it was time to rinse off in the river and, subsequently, revel in the lovely clean feeling I had.