I’m up to my neck in salty water and my skin is being tickled by seaweed, but I’m not panicking. Instead, my mind turns to mush and my thoughts drift up, up, up and away. Poof! Total serenity.
While us Londoners might head to the Fox and Hounds for a pint after work on a Friday (and Thursday?), the good people of Gothenburg sweat, soak and steam their worries into submission at one of the city’s many saunas (bastu). They also know how to harness the wonderful healing powers of seaweed bathing. The real feather in the cap of Sweden’s charming second city? How affordable it is to feel this good.
