May 17, 2017 - Today started out well enough. The sun was out (briefly) and we decided to walk the Leith River to the port, see the coast and find the "Turkish Baths".
We had heard about some Victorian era baths and I was excited to have a large hot soak and possibly a massage by a large middle eastern person that was a little grumpy.
Well, we got lost thanks to Uncle Google and found ourselves in a industrial part of town. We had to walk several miles to find our goal and I kept thinking it will be ok, "Helga" will be waiting to draw my hot bath.
We found the beach. Cold. You would swear Narwhals were swimming off shore. I was interested to see several locals at the beach enjoying themselves as if it was 80 degrees. (It was 50).
We finally found the "baths" on the shore line near this picture. No Helga. No hot tub. Just a steam room and "a cold pool" (like they need that here) along with 3 overweight hirsute Scotts just staring at you.
We declined. Enjoyed some tea by the shore and eventually found a bus home.
In the distance a single Narwhal breached.
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