Happy Haloween!!
Happy Haloween!!
This is an AMUR Tiger at the Moscow Zoo
Is this machine ancient or what?!
This machine is mixing sugar to make a hard caramel candy.

This woman is pushing the candy along the conveyor belt.

This towel and broom are helping the candy move along
the conveyor belt...hmmm...TIR.
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Here they are packaging the candies.

Again packaging the candy.
Are we CUTE or what????

The building of the gym opens at 8 AM and I showed up at about 8:05. After waiting in the check-in line it was clear that I was having some problems checking in and the guy behind me, via his 11 year-old son who spoke perfect English, volunteered his assistance in translating. The 11 year-old did some talking on my behalf and I was told that although the Banya opens at 8 AM, the gym facility does not open until 10:00 AM. Looking a little discouraged, the father, again via his son, asked if this was my first time to this facility and my first time in a Banya.

The 'changing booth' (where people also hang out and drink - here you can see the bartender delivering some beer and vodka)
Once inside the booth very quickly the man and his son were changing into their towels and the son told me to do the same and he also explained to me where I should hang my clothes. So I followed suit, and changed into my towel.............. This was only the beginning of my adventure as Russian Banyas are quite steep in history and I was in for quite a history lesson.
Once we all had our towels on we walked through the locker room and entered into a very large room made of white marble with about 50 white marble benches. It was here that the man and his son removed their towels and showed me where to hang my towel. I would say at that time there were about 50 completely naked guys in the room at this point. You see, they were not completely naked because everyone of them wore a funny little felt hat - similar to the kind you would imagine that the Swiss would wear in the Alps. As I removed my towel the guy proceeded to prepare a bucket of cold water and dip some little leaves and twigs that he had purchased into the bucket.
From there we walked to the steam room. Thank God I was following an 11 year-old boy around as I don't think I could have taken the heat for a moment more than his father would allow him to stay in the steam room. Once inside the steam room everyone inside took a seat somewhere on the wooden amphitheatre-style bleachers. Then began one of the most random (as if this whole event were not random enough) things I have ever seen.... all of the guys began beating themselves or their friends with the branches and leaves they had purchased at the desk. Even my hosts joined in and the father began to hit his son's back with the leaves he had purchased. Apparently this process is supposed to allow all of the toxins in your body to exit as you sweat in the heat of the sauna. I kindly declined to participate in the twig beating process..... maybe next time.........
The steam room
After I could not take it any more - I was struggling to stay in the steam room for as long as the 11 year-old - the father mentioned that is was time to get out of the steam room. From there we walked directly to a bathtub-sized pool full of freezing cold water where you jump in. Again, this is supposed to have some therapeutic qualities - experiencing such a drastic change in temperature. So after the father jumped in (and quickly got out) he instructed me to do the same. So I did, and boy was it cold - it was like it was full of ice cubes. The 11 year-old then told me that he had to be another year older before his dad would let him jump in that pool.
From there we walked down another hall to a large swimming pool, with somewhat warmer water, where everyone takes turns swimming under three faucets pouring out very cold water into the pool.
After hanging out in the pool for about 10 minutes the son explained to me that we were going to start the entire process over. And that is just what we did for the next two hours: Steam room, little pool, big pool...... steam room, little pool, big pool.......
Finally, when the two hours were just about up we went back to the little changing booth and the father ordered a round of drinks (water and pop for this crew - although I did witness some beers being delivered for the booth next door). At this point I got dressed and the father thanked me for practicing English with his son the entire morning and I thanked him for letting me tag along.
So that, in a nutshell, is my first banya experience.... Quite an interesting time...... And for the record, the photos I have posted above were all simply cut-and-paste from the banya's website and were clearly staged as no-one wore their towels like you see in the photos! The website is in Russian - but in case anyone is interested: http://www.baninapresne.ru/
As you can imagine, Carrie was quiet disappointed that she missed out on this adventure - but the womens Banya is just on the other side of the building.......... And we can only imagine what 50 naked Russian women do on a Saturday morning...... Maybe next week........