Some tortures are physical and some are mental
Prior to our trip to Japan last year, I had only fleetingly read about their hot springs, or onsens, as they are known locally.
Due to the volcanic nature of the islands, geothermal springs are scattered throughout the country. These springs vary in mineral and chemical composition, with a number of different medicinal qualities, and are an important feature of Japanese tourism.
Having seen alluring photographs of outdoor onsens (rotenburo) in picturesque surroundings, I was really looking forward to blissfully lounging in one.
However, not having had the time to research further in advance of the holiday, I found myself on our flight to Sapporo, reading about onsen etiquette with increasing horror.
You see, public onsens in Japan are meant to be enjoyed (!?) à poil. Nu. En tenue d’Adam/d’Ève. (Since I just googled these expressions in an unsuccessful quest to find a delicate way of putting it, let me translate – Naked. Nude. In. your. birthday. suit.)
The instructions in the guidebook were simple – Strip down fully in the changing room, walk into the bathing area with nothing but a small hand towel, wash yourself thoroughly at the hand shower stations lining the wall and then, soak in the onsen.
The Japanese talk about the virtues of “naked communion” for breaking down barriers and often travel to onsens with work colleagues, friends or family. The male and female bathing sites are segregated, though mixed bathing apparently persists in some rural areas.
As someone who won’t even wear a bikini on a beach, my mental debate of ‘Onsens: To do or not to do?’ lasted all of five seconds with a resounding winner- Nope. Not happening. Thanks, but no thanks!
Blame it on my conservative Indian roots or call me prudish. But I was perfectly happy to put aside my usual, be-open-to-trying-new-things motto and not partake in this ‘ritual’.
But then, A and I took our first skiing lesson.
As those of you who have skied before can imagine – for an un-athletic, unfit individual with a desk job and a generally unhealthy lifestyle, the after-effects of the lesson were pretty extreme.
For those of you who haven’t, let me paint a picture – Muscles that I didn’t even know existed, started to ache. It became difficult to bend, to walk, to stand up, to lie down. Every tiny bit of movement became an exercise in self-torture. Even staying still was excruciating.
Needless to say, my judgment got clouded and suddenly, the thought of a steamy mineral infused hot spring became quite enticing.
I hobbled into the (thankfully unpopulated) female changing room, shed my clothes, grabbed the washcloth (lot smaller than a handkerchief, to be clear), gathered all the dignity I could muster and walked into the bathing area. It was filled with women – scrubbing, showering, soaking, strutting about and chatting nonchalantly.
My bravado melted… but I followed through, clutching to a cloak of anonymity.
Oh my god, I am in front of absolute strangers without a stitch on. Big deal, they don’t know me. I don’t know them. It doesn’t matter. Umm, how the hell are they perfectly comfortable being naked in front of people they KNOW. Save those moves for a private shower sis. Shit am I also supposed to be doing THAT? Why do oriental women have such perfect figures? Gosh, I really need to do crunches. No more pizzas from now on. What am I supposed to do with this towel? Keep it on my head. This is ridiculous. The water is nice but it is so clear. What if I fart? Is she looking at me? Jeez, I thought MY cellulite was bad. Why is she okay baring all that? Relax. Don’t think about anything. This is not helping. This cannot be hygienic. Would it kill them to allow swimsuits? Should I attempt the outdoor tub too? Am I supposed to shower again? F**k it’s freezing. How do people manage this? Better stay indoors. I’ve had enough of this. Screw it, I should just go and get a massage.
I was out in ten minutes.
If you are lucky, you may experience an epiphany and discover your inner Venus, like Nina Nakamura describes here.
For me, it was just a firm resolve of Never Again!
Physical agony, I can take. But why add mental anguish on to that?
P.S. The title of this post is inspired by a line from one of my favorite poems by Ogden Nash, called “This is going to hurt just a little bit”. Check it out!
Hehe. I’m glad you enjoyed my agony 😉
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wonderful post!!! esp. the dialogue of thoughts – laughing pretty good – you are so fun!
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Oh boy, haha. It’s a shame you couldn’t properly enjoy the experience! To be honest, the other people in the bath (Japanese people) don’t particularly care about anyone else around them, so you just have to pretend you’re by yourself! I don’t think I’ll ever be ‘okay’ with walking around naked in public, but it gets easier!
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Thanks for commenting Celia! I guess it’s all a matter of cultural conditioning and individual personality.
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Every time I go to Japan I think I can do the onsen thing and I always end up chickening out. I only did it once when I was 8 and too young to have such inhibitions about the naked body. Will be back in Japan again at the end of the month, we’ll see if I can make it this time. If not, I will always have those memories from when I was 8. Loved your post, it made me laugh!
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Hope you are able to do it! Thanks for stopping by and commenting 🙂
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came across an interesting parable on this subject. one of the disciples asked jesus that when wud He be revealed to them and jesus replied when u unclothe urself and are not ashamed like the little children.
we are so conditioned by our education , tradition n society that few can break out of you shall mode to strike out own path of i will.
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Hmmm… I would have thought that the reference to clothes was more metaphorical (for ego, pride, pretense, worldly lies, material possessions, the physical body, etc.) than literal. But I don’t know. May be that’s what’s behind the ‘naked communion’ philosophy.
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Great story. Good on you for trying!! Some hotel rooms come with a private onsen – maybe thats the way to go!!
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Thanks Susan… Yep, a ryokan with a private onsen will be on my to-do list for the next trip to Japan 🙂
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Private onsen is the way to go Nathan! For the body ache… I found that a sports massage followed by a soak in the tub was far more effective 🙂
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Lol! I’ve never done the onsen myself, save a single time when I stayed at a small beach hotel in winter. It had an onsen, and I was the only guest.
Private onsen!
It felt great, but not great enough to make me want to put myself through hanging around with a bunch of other guys I don’t know who are likely comparing sizes with the only foreigner there.
I’ve tried snowboarding one time and had the same experience. My body hurt so much I couldn’t even move the next day, or the next. I just sat in front of the TV and ordered pizza for both lunch and dinner, but even crawling to the door was agony.
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I guess it is about overcoming your inhibitions. Would have loved to do that really, but we – my sister and I – chickened out! Her friends raved about the experience though and made us feel like we had missed something profound! good to know we didn’t 😀
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You’re right Madhu… It’s all about overcoming your inhibitions. And a personal preference thing too.. for me, it was just very uncomfortable, and having tried hot springs elsewhere in the word, the hot water really wasn’t that big of a deal… To want to do again.
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