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Babes in nature, doesn’t get better than that. #hotsprings #vscocam
This is a popular onsen Japanese style hot spring in Kurama. They offer a variety of baths, both indoors and outdoors. Try roten buro, natural setting outdoor bath while enjoying the tranquil view of surrounding cedar trees.
I love #kada #onsen next to coastal in #wakayama
“We’re just a couple of hot springs bums #hotsprings #happy#bigsur #rei1440project #health”
European Natural Soaking Society continues in Iceland:
It had been a tiring day, leaving Reykjavik early, heading through the snow eastwards along the south coast of the island. The further eastwards we got the deeper the snow was. Past Skógar we stopped at a few places, taking sideroads through the virgin snow and also went up Solheimajökull glacier, not with the expected cramp-ons, but with snow shoes so as to deal with all the fresh snow. It had been the best of snow of the season they said. After catching our breath, we headed to Skógafoss and as the heavens closed there was still the need to visit to hot spring.
The hot spring of Seljavallalaug is up a valley heading towards the Eyjafjallajökull mountain. From Iceland’s highway 1, it’s an easy 5 kms up side road 242. Continue as far as possible to where there’s a small car park. From here it’s a 15 minute walk upstream to Seljavallalaug, which is hidden from those heading there, behind a cliff.
Where art thou?
The path is obscured by the now slowly falling snow. There are still a few persons returning, but we seem to be the only ones heading the other way and intending a real winter soak. The path scrambles over some flat scree (?) and past a rock strewn side valley which also entails a jump or two over a small stream to reach the other side.
After this crossing, one skirts a big rock cliff and wanders along the pool and can feel the heat from the source at this end. At the far end, the changing rooms are empty save for some refuse. A quick strip and a jump into Seljavallalaug.
Looking south, from the changing rooms, the hot spring is at the far end.
What I hadn’t read was that the waters were just 30 degrees, meaning a lot cooler than expected! A quick length is made to the heat source at the other end, but Seljavallalaug is something more to be savoured in summer …
Originally the bassin at Seljavallalaug was constructed so as to afford swimming lessons. Snaeland & Sigurbjörnsdóttir (2010) add that construction took place in 1923 and the pool size is 28 by 10m. If one follows the link to this photo of those first swimming lesson days group shot.
‘A local man, Björn J. Andrésson, had been appointed to teach sports and swimming. He decided that a swimming pool should be built above the farm of Seljavellir, where geothermal springs flowed from the rock. He gained the support of local farmers, promising them free swimming lessons when the pool was completed. Twenty-five men took part in the task.
The original Seljavellir pool was built of traditional Icelandic construction materials, rock and turf, in 1922. Nine metres long and 4-5 metres wide, the original pool took two days to build. Swimming lessons were due to commence three days later. Twenty-five people were registered for the first swimming/sports course, during which they camped at the swimming pool in tents.
The swimming pool was such a resounding success that the following year a larger concrete pool was built on the site, inventively constructed using the rock face as one side of the pool. It was the largest swimming pool in Iceland at the time’.
The changing rooms: a little tired?
Since the nineties it’s role of catering to summer guests swimming needs has been take over by a more recent construction, downstream. Volunteers though have been maintaining the facilities, but there is only so much they can do. Once a year the whole pool is scrubbed down, so it’s hoped that the current users have the sensibility to not pollute the waters. Or the changing rooms.
As Seljavallalaug lies at the foot of Eyjafjallajökull, after the 2010 eruption, these volunteers took great efforts to empty the pool (photo).
Once more Seljavallalaug is also rated as one of Iceland’s best hot springs (source). Britain’s Guardian (20 July 2013) also rates Seljavallalaug in it’s 10 of the world’s best swimming pools:
'At the bottom end of the valley, the amazing Seljavallalaug geothermal pool was built in 1923, making it the oldest in Iceland and it was its largest until 1936. It is now partially filled in with the ash of the 2010 eruption of Eyjafjallajökull but the scenery is fantastic and the water naturally nice and warm'.
Seljavallalaug gets four and a half stars from Tripadvisor which is not too bad for a natural attraction with only the visiting public needing to maintain the site itself.
A good blog entry on Seljavallalaug comes from the wonderful unknown:
'I've been having doubts about sharing the Seljavallalaug swimming pool. Although it's very close to the Ring Road where thousands of tourists pass every day towards the nearby Skógarfoss waterfall, nobody seems to know it. Except the locals and a few foreigners. And that's a good thing because the atmosphere around this pool is created by it's solitude. We've had the privilege to enjoy it all by ourselves with the surrounding mountains as our only companion and it wouldn't be the same when crowded.'
Another nice entry comes from iheartreykjavik which also has more background on the need for swimming instructions back then.
Finally, here’s a video of Seljavallalaug.
Snaeland, J.G. & Þ. Sigurbjörnsdóttir (2010) Thermal pools in Iceland. Skrudda, Reykjavik, Iceland
The return journey
Aspen has been very good to me the last two summers. I expect nothing less this year. #colorado #aspen #cantwait #summer #mountains #coloradopride #hotsprings #throwback #vscocam #vsco
At Breitenbush over the weekend, I met a guy who was heading directly here after his stay…
My best friends are better than your best friends #rubbinitin #wetrats #nonewfriends
From European Natural Soaking Society:
There aren’t many hot soaks that are as picturesque as that of Hrunalaug, Iceland.
I’ve seen references (Snaeland & Sigurbjörnsdóttir, 2010) in which it was suggested that the hot spring of Hrunalaug may be originally intended as a sheep dip.
However since long discontinued (hopefully), the sheep troughs are now delightful hot springs. Whether there is no need for dips anymore or whether there are no sheep, the older structure now functions as a the changing shed, for the attached hot spring. This tub can hold about 3 persons (see below).
Behind the shed is a larger and also hotter spring which is half carved out of the hillside. This tub can hold a lot more persons, I’ve seen photo’s with nearly 10 persons crammed in here, but that does seem to be the upper limit.Temperatures of both hot springs are said to be a delightful 37-38 C . Whipped aroundThis being early March though, winds are whipping around the grassy hills that surround the village of Flúðir.
Before or after this village, one can take a turn eastwards, onto gravel roads that loop to meet near the 19th century church of Hruni (source).
Pass this church, then turn right (there’s a small sign directing to Solheimar). This is before the gravel road heads up in the hills. Down this straight road for 300m and there’s a small car park with a no-camping sign, on your left, just after a cattle grid / fence (see below).
Park here, cross the hillock on foot, the hillock providing some protection from the howling winds.
Out of the wind you will see the small shed with grass on the roof, with a pool in front. This shed can be used for changing, essentially keeping you clothes dry and keeping yourself out of the wind. At the southern end one can jump in the small pool but on a cold day as today, the slightly hotter pool carved in the hill at the back is the better choice.
On my visit, the waters were delicious, considering the near zero temperature outside temperature, a massive wind-chill factor and the need to walk bare-foot on iced snow to get to the hot spring behind the changing shed.
Enjoying this hot spring just meters away from the shed, a soak lasts long in these conditions.
Consider the choice: stay longer or get out walk through the cold to your now cold clothes? So I stay longer ….
Hrunalaug is easily rated as one of Iceland’s best (source). The article adds:
Probably your best source of information especially concerning the directions (but don’t worry, it’s not so difficult) is an excellent photo blog which can be found at getoffthebeatenpath.
‘The little hut is convenient to change your clothes in (or well, just take them off - most people just bathe naked since there is no-one around you!), especially at winter time’.
Interesting side stories include the more recent past of Hrunalaug hot spring. This website offers information (in Icelandic) that the spring has had it’s ebbs and flows. Apparently after the Hekla volcano eruption of 1980 the spring flow stopped. Slowly the spring reappeared but colder. Only in 2000 after an earthquake the temperature and flow re-established itself.
Another interesting point is that it’s also used for Baptism (source)!
Less encouraging is that I have seen that in times past the place has become a drop-off point on the party scene. I can certainly imagine the charm of a night time soak, howver the discussion on a German language forum, noticed that the revellers were less keen, the morning after in clearing their rubbish … Hopefully, such habits won’t last …Here’s a youtube impression of Hrunulaug:
Tourist trailA soak in Hrunalaug is easily to combine with a visit to some of Iceland’s most popular tourist sights. Less than 20 km’s away from Flúðir one can visit both the Gullfoss waterfall as well as the mother of all geysers: Geysir. Gullfoss is a essentially a lot of water dropping 30m into a crevice over a 2 km wide drop. In winter, the waterfall is winter wonderland (see below).
Geysir is the site of what would be the original geyser, one of the very few Icelandic words that have made into the English language. Through the ages Geysir has had it’s ups and downs, literally. However recent eruptions are infrequent, partially as the workings have become victim to tourist vandalism. Not to worry too much as just besides Geysir is Strokkur geyser which erupts 10-30m every few minutes (see below).
On a final note, Iceland is known for it’s freedom to roam policy. When visiting the two above expect that entrance fees may well be required as this philosophy seems to be crumbling as the ever increasing influx of visitors is requiring more and more efforts to manage therefore the need for cash.
Looking further let’s hope that tourist numbers will not spoil such great places as Hrunalaug!
Snaeland, J.G. & Þ. Sigurbjörnsdóttir (2010) Thermal pools in Iceland. Skrudda, Reykjavik, Iceland
V, St Leon Hot Springs, Revelstoke, BC
On the Kamchatka peninsula, Russia. The source adds:
У подножья вулкана Кизимен много источников термальных вод. Это источник Тумороки. Температура воды около 40 градусов с сероводородом. Чуть выше горячий 60… 70 градусов источник с небольшой ванной. Рядом ручей с холодной водой. Ниже минералка градусов 40. И все они шагах в двадцати друг от друга.
Relaxing in Wild Willy’s #Hotspring in the Eastern #Sierra. Photo by Aron Bosworth (@aronbosworth). A great place for #soaking sore muscles after #backcountry #skiing. #ski #splitboarding #mountains #owensvalley #California #outdoorproject #getoutside #findyouradventure
Morning onsen :)
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Un domingo muy relajado!!! #aguastermales #amigas #natutaleza
Hyotan onsen, Kyushu, Japan
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Hot soaks of the Himalaya:
Diminish your desire
It’s not often that I put in an update on this blog site. And well, actually i don’t have much …
Avid readers may have noticed a couple of updates in the last 4 months, especially concerning Bhutan, where the original article has been split into a hot stone bath section and the remainder still focussed on hot springs of Bhutan.
Other sections updated have been on Yunnan’s Yuxi and South/East. While I have also redone the Kazakhstan, the Kyrgyz and India’s Uttarakhand. Phew!
Here’s a spin of some recent photo’s and blog entries:
'they built the temple around a natural hot springs, made one room for women and one for men'
From Ava’s Faux Toes Yamunotri (Uttarakhand, India) visit.
From Sikkim another mountain gem:
'Hot springs right next to the lake. #hotsprings #teesta #lake #west #sikkim'
Another entertaining blog entry on the hot springs of Bibi Fatima. Goatsonthroad:
‘The 5 of us jumped out of the car and were surprised at the amount of local people waiting in line. Women have a turn for 20 minutes, then, it’s the men’s turn for 20 minutes, alternating on and off every 20 minutes each and every day. Nick and Jason had their swimming shorts and Jess and I whipped out our bikinis.
Bibi Fatima hot spring from soakingspirit soakingspirit:
Nurali sort of looked at us with the clothes in our hands but didn’t say anything at first. Finally, I asked him if it’s ok to wear a bikini (thinking maybe it was a bit too inappropriate for this part of the world). He said, “no, you wear nothing”. Huh? Then he asked one of the Tajik women and she looked at me very confused and shook her head. Naked it was! I have to say, I’ve been in a bath house in Almaty, Kazakhstan and in a hammam in Istanbul, Turkey, but never have I been naked in a hot spring with strangers.
When it was our turn, Jess and I made our way into the hot springs with 5 other women. We were in awe of what we saw – not the naked bodies, but the actual hot spring! We stepped down about 10 stairs and found ourselves at the bottom of a cave. Around us were natural cave walls. The steaming hot water is constantly running through this cave, making it always very hot and always very clean. Because so much water is passing through, it makes a perfect pool for relaxing in.
This wasn’t your ordinary hot spring though, Bibi Fatima is the place to go to boost fertility. No wonder there were so many women in line! Although I didn’t want any help with my fertility levels, I went in anyways. The other women in there immediately took charge. There were many things I had to do in order to make sure I got the most out of my fertility boosting trip to the hot springs:
1. Drink the running water (I opted out of this)
2. Touch a particular part of the stone with my hands, then with my lips and then with my forehead
3. Put water that had collected in a small pool over my eyes, three times
4. There was a small cave within the cave that women believe looks like a womb. I had to climb up there (naked, don’t forget), go inside, go under the hot water and pick up a handful of small stones
5. Put the biggest, whitest stones I found under my tongue for the duration of the bathing
6. Walk out of the hot springs backwards and
7. Don’t use a towel to dry off. Doing so would wipe away all of my fertility chances.
‘Camping at a rural hot spring offers a relaxing combination of a hot bath and possibilities to cycle or walk in a typical rural Yunnan setting’.
Eastwards, from Bhutan, here’s a blog entry on Gasa hot spring from the travels in Bhutan tumblr travelsinbhutan:
'Hot spring along the Pudu river under an old footbridge'.
When winter comes, nothing is more relaxing than a hot spring bath. It is the perfect remedy for recharging your mind and body when the fierce cold overtakes you and diminishes your desire to step out of the warm house. This photo shows the Lianhuan Lake Hot Spring in Daqing City, northeast China’s Heilongjiang Province. [Photo:China.org.cn]
‘Trip to Gasa - March 29-31, 2013
I’ve been doing a poor job of keeping this blog updated (as evidenced from the date of the trip I’m only now getting around to write), so I’m sure a few details will escape my memory. Ah, well. On Friday, March 29 we all piled in the tour bus to head to Gasa. It’s a popular camping site, known especially for its healing hot springs. We intended to spend the weekend camping, hiking, and soaking in the baths. The weather was wet and rainy most of the time, but we didn’t mind terribly. It made navigating slippery, muddy paths a little difficult (even more difficult when you’re lugging packs and walking in the dark), and it meant that none of us had dry clothes by the time Sunday came around (most of us made the mistake of trying to dry our bathing suits and towels on the top of the tents, not realizing that it was going to downpour during the night and our things would get even more sodden). But we still had a fun time.
Friday was spent mostly traveling - we passed by Dochula (more on that in another post), a site with 108 chortens, or stupas. We drove past Punakha Dzong and took pictures. More on that later, too, since we got the chance to visit it over spring break.
Along the way, stopping for a bathroom break by the side of the road, Tsewang warned us against leeches. We were entering a wetter, almost sub-tropical climate, and it was a danger to watch out for. And he was right - almost immediately one of our group found a tiny leech, about the size of an inchworm, on his ankle.
We reached the campsite without too much fuss, though it was now dark outside and we had to walk the aforementioned muddy, slippery trail in pitch-black. We kept looking around at the dark on all sides and saying, “I’ll bet this is a really beautiful view when you can see it.” Luckily most of us had tiny flashlights on our phones, so we reached the campsite after about 30 minutes without too many fatalities.
The tents had already been set up for us, since Tsewang sent the crew ahead. And dinner was cooking. We put our things in the tents and had a candle-lit dinner in a mess tent. It might have been our appetites, or maybe the effect of eating outside among the elements, but most of us proclaimed it the ‘best meal’ we’d eaten so far in Bhutan. After dinner we put on our bathing suits and headed down to the hot springs to check them out.
There were three different enclosures, ranging in intensity of heat. Unknowingly we started with the coolest and easiest to acclimate to - it was about the temperature of warm bathwater, and felt really great after that stressful hike in the dark. The water comes in through a little wooden spout in the side, and drains out the opposite side through holes in the walls. The springs were all square, wooden buildings with a roof, but were still “open-air,” and it felt really nice to alternate sitting on the side and feeling the cold night air with lowering into the steamy water. The springs are supposed to heal your ailments, and it’s especially effective, we were told by other Bhutanese visitors, to take a drink directly from the spout - but of course, you need to drink an odd number of times, since odd numbers are more auspicious. (In fact, we were told to visit the springs an odd number of times, too. Three is a good number.)
And then to cap it off, just another recent picca on a hot stone bath of Bhutan. Note that this posting is slowly becoming one of the most sought after, wonder why?
One of the Bhutanese men in the springs engaged us in conversation and decided to take us under his wing by showing us around to the other two springs. He goaded us into participating in “challenges” to see who could stay in the water the longest (I won). He persuaded us to try the hottest spring, which none of us could handle for very long. It was hot enough that we felt sure we could have steeped tea in the bath.
After we’d had enough, we went back to the tents, which were surprisingly comfortable. On Saturday, we had a full day ahead of us: hiking up to Gasa Dzong. It was a fairly long hike, made more difficult by the fact that I’d done something to my knee (I think I popped my meniscus out of place, which made hiking painful). The views, as always, were incredible.
Gasa Dzong itself was a nice visit, and was my favorite Dzong until I stepped inside Punakha Dzong later. It had several levels, with green things growing on the stone walls, and went almost straight up inside the enclosure like a big castle. The monks were just starting lunch when we arrived, and so we saw them all congregate and watch us curiously when we went inside. We watched them just as curiously, and were all tickled when we saw them hanging out on one of the roofs.
After Gasa Dzong, we headed back to the campsite and made it in time for lunch, after which we took another dip in the springs while others explored the nearby river. The afternoon was spent leisurely. At dinner, we managed to get a lot of interesting, funny stories from our Professor about his worldly travels (he’s an anthropologist who has focused his research on Nepal). After the adults left, we started telling spooky stories (surprisingly effective for frightening even the most resilient among us. It’s hard to stay stoic in a mess tent when the dark is pressing up on all sides and you can barely see the people sitting across the table), and then embarrassing stories, and THEN we achieved the pinnacle of embarrassing stories when an embarrassing incident happened right in front of us as one of the girls in the group suddenly jumped up hollering, “There’s a leech on my butt!” and pulled her pants down in front of all of us so we could help her remove it. After that point we decided we couldn’t get more embarrassing than that, so we got into our bathing suits and went back into the hot springs.
Sunday was relatively uneventful, since it was another day of traveling. And that was our trip to Gasa.
'Did I mention the hot stone bath?'
Okuhida onsen - Suimeikan Karukaya spa
View from the source cave at Cougar (Terwilliger) Hot Springs - east of Eugene, OR.
We got the train up the hills to Gero yesterday, to an onsen ryokan, to see what the traditional craic was like. The place was really old and had loads of character. It was eerily quiet too. I felt like we were in a mixture of The Shining and an old James Bond movie, with Hotel California as the soundtrack. We had a private bath in the room and it was really relaxing. Slept like a log after it. The meal was huge too, but Brid couldn’t eat anything, as usual :p
Awesome photo from @ahanifin. Relaxing at Infinity Hotsprings in Colorado // #mtnbabes #hotsprings #mntbabes #mountainbabes
after a whole day in Nikko walking in the nature looking at old cool shrines in the cold weather it was really refreshing with some Onsen in the evening ~ #onsen #hotspring #japan #traveling
Hot tubbing on the Snake River. @mountainsmith @andy_mann #cabinfevercontest
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This is #happiness #onsen #hotspring #fujiyamaonsen i promise I’m not naked 😝😝 #japan #rocks #makingmemories #mybeautifullife #ilovemyjob
🌸💐🌱I live for adventures, making my own path, and not knowing where life will take me. These moments are what I live for 🙏 and I’m blessed to have met others who share the same love for nature. 🌱🌷🌸
"We arrive at the hot springs to discover it’s a nudist hot springs" #itwouldhavebeenrude
My friends, all hot springs are nude hot springs, FTW! Great photo.
When in Rome
European Natural Soaking Society:
Few soaks come better than those in the hinterland of Hveragerði.
The village of Hveragerði, which is located 45 km’s due west of Iceland’s capital of Reykjavik, is a minor hot spot in it’s own rights. Those just passing by on Highway 1 can notice the greenhouses all running on geothermals, while on the river which flows north of the village, one sees quite a bit of steam rising.
The local website tries to entice more of those passing by to stop:
'Without doubt, Hveragerði´s, most precious gem is it´s geothermal park'.
The park has it’s own Facebook page. Especially during summer, the village highlights it’s geothermal background, there’s even a geothermal oven to bake bread! It’s good to see that the inhabitants take pride in their village and it’s geothermalism.
However, despite Hveragerði having it’s own hot swimming pool, those tourists with non-fixed programmes can seek the hills yonder.
Alternatively the area where I am heading is named as Reykjadalur (which means steamy or smokey valley), Hengill (after the volcano), Klambragil (one of the springs) or Rjúpnabrekkur, probablt the most accessible site. The former is explained:
' … named so because of the winter population of ptarmigans in the area'.
With the possibility of mixing these up, let me start at the trail to Reykjadalur valley, the starting point which may or may not be called Rjúpnabrekkur. To get here, from the main highway one turns into the village itself and takes a left once the main drag has come to an end.
Looking back at the car park
Then follow the river (named Varma), the asphalt surface runs out where a loop around grassland one comes to a parking spot near a bridge over the now much smaller river.
Beyond the bridge crossing the river, are a number of hot springs, though it’s not here that tourists are heading. Instead avid soakers zig-zag through the springs up the steep hill.
Note though that Throb of LA Swimming also mentions there are some hot soakable springs near the parking lot. Other mentions are made of luke-warm springs.
This way up
Beyond the steep ridge, more ridges are to be traversed but after a good half an hour hike, the path rejoins the river once more. That’s not before a couple of great vista’s have come and gone: behind one, out towards the ocean or of the valley itself with a rather big waterfall.
Once back near the stream itself, there are a number of hot springs, on the west bank, it’s very evident by the steam. One can bypass these boiling hot pots including a few muddy ones. If into mud take a sample to use once cooled down!
This is easy soaking territory. You predecessors have already enhanced the soaking opportunities with the construction of small dams, making small pools up to half a meter deep.
My visit was on an eery snow laden day. The track up was do-able, but once beyond the ridges, the track was barely visible under the snow. And out to sea more snow threatened. So taking the trail up, soaking and heading back down it was all done in a rush.
Despite the adverse weather conditions, there were still a few other soakers in Reykjadalur.
All that was needed to make a great soak, was to make a choice of pool: your predecessors have constructed small dams making 30-50 cm deep pools. Helped on by differing temperatures, one could take a soak in the white landscape.
Despite the lack of gawkers, todays dress code was well-dressed?
If one continues onwards, a left turn brings one to the hot spring of Klambragil. Further up the valley a shelter used to exist, while the other valleys nearby also have their own springs, not sure what their soaking qualities are though.
In summer many tour companies organize activities in the hills above the village: cycling, hiking, horse-riding. Naturally all expecting to finish with a soak!
There’s plenty of info on Reykjadalur and the other hot springs nearby, fear not. For instance Gonguferdir.net has a couple of photo’s plus a link to a walking track, great to download on your mobile whatever electronic device: if need be, you can seek advice.
Other good resources (and reads) are besides already mentioned Throb’s trip account are those from Unlocking Kiki and alavigne which describes a good and entertaining entry on a hot spring hunt.
Note that Reykjadalur is rated as one of Iceland’s best soaking sites (source).Finally, in Snaeland & Sigurbjörnsdóttir’s Icelandic soaking bible, the authors have separate chapters on Klambragil and Rjúpnabrekkur / Varma. They describe ways of getting to both (they note an alternative way from the Hellisheiði power station) and have pointers on temperature in Klambragil these of course they can vary, while at Rjúpnabrekkur temperatures are a little low, 33C.
Snaeland, J.G. & Þ. Sigurbjörnsdóttir (2010) Thermal pools in Iceland. Skrudda, Reykjavik, Iceland
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.💋💚 #bigsur #backcountry #hotsprings #skineydip #getdirty #spring
Hmmmm? Read this:
"However, Forest service said that social media has caused the site to be overused and abused. Over spring break they said that tents were lined back to back along the river, and close to 300 people were there at the same time. All of the 4 newly dug composting toilets were completely filled and toilet paper was found littered throughout the forest.”
By onlyinjapan.tv, Takaragawa onsen
A #morningdip at #Sloquethotsprings with @sammiegough
It is called skinny dippers after all #adventuring #hotsprings
Hot Spring Hat
(I want one)
Naked bonding time #hakuba #onsen #turningjapanese @allymiddendorp
#SkinnyDipping in the mudhole #HotSprings outside #SlabCity in the desert near the #SaltonSea. Not pictured: two schoolbusloads of filthy traveling hippies that were also wallowing in the muck
Onsen relaxation. All in my birthday suit 🎌🇯🇵
From European Natural Soaking Society:
'The pool is called Seljavallalaug and was never maintained. A small sign in Icelandic posted on the side of the building tells when it was built, who the first person was the swim there, and to please clean up after yourself and no dogs. Even when it wasn't full of black ash, it would often have algae growing on the edges. On the day we visited, algae was indeed in full bloom on the remaining wall, but the water was hot and inviting, and I stripped down and plunged in. I had expected the water to be very shallow, but it was actually fairly generous. Standing up in the deepest part, the water came to my waist. A gentle slope of ash under the water made a decent beach and lean against. When it was stirred up, the visibility dropped to almost zero, and it was a similar experience to the Blue Lagoon, being able to vanish just an inch below the surface.
Michal joined me in the pool only a minute after, and Katka eventually overcame shyness in favor of a luxurious soak, and soon we were all marveling at our incredible luck to be in such a place. Katka pointed out that we would remember this for the rest of our lives, and I was very glad she said that because she was right’.