A photo of a photo from Kotiharjun
From that browbeaten beginning was born the modern state of Finland and the genetic love of sauna has been handed down, generation to generation, ever since (those born without the gene soon met a wintry end).
Nowadays saunas abound, as do the different styles. In the sliding scale of good to bad people seem to prefer smoke saunas (discussed here) and traditional wood burning saunas. Modern electric saunas are seen very much as a not-great means to a sweaty end.
Though many apartments, and most apartment buildings, have an electric sauna, having a wood sauna in your house is very unusual, especially if you live in the Helsinki metropolis, so sauna aficionados looking for a more traditional sweat visit the public saunas hidden among the dark streets. Perhaps the most famous of them all is Kotiharju.
The Kotiharjun Sauna is wonderful from the moment you walk in. It's absolutely not luxurious, this is not a spa. It's more like a working mens' club but one based around a sauna rather than skittles and glittery tribute bands. Immediately next to the door is a fridge where you can leave your beers, or you can buy some from the lady in the tiny booth with two dogs sleeping next to her. Then off into the changing room which seems to have been kitted out in Victorian times and untouched ever since. Next there's a shower room with a certain prison feel to it where you can get a special washing from a little lady (very not sexual despite her poorly translated sign (below)) and finally off to the magnificent sauna.
The sauna stove itself looks like it formerly served to power ocean going ships. According to the website, the stove has "1500 kg (3300 pounds) of stones and it takes one cubic meter (35 cubic feet) of logs and five to six hours to heat them glowing hot".
The seating is arranged amphitheater style and overlooking everything is a small balcony where it gets really hot. The rules are that you ask the masters up top if they want more löyly (steam/heat/water) before hoiking a bowlful of water into the furnace entrance above your head.
Then you sit and enjoy. And chat. Finnish people have a reputation for economy of conversation but there's something about naked proximity that really breaks the ice. You talk in the sauna until you feel dizzy and run to the shower where you chat through to the dressing rooms where people are playing cards and chess and then to the fridge to pick up your now-cold beer before walking out onto the freezing dark street in nothing but a towel, where you continue to chat as the rest of the world walks enviously by on their way home.
A really amazing place.
The Kotiharjun Sauna is wonderful from the moment you walk in. It's absolutely not luxurious, this is not a spa. It's more like a working mens' club but one based around a sauna rather than skittles and glittery tribute bands. Immediately next to the door is a fridge where you can leave your beers, or you can buy some from the lady in the tiny booth with two dogs sleeping next to her. Then off into the changing room which seems to have been kitted out in Victorian times and untouched ever since. Next there's a shower room with a certain prison feel to it where you can get a special washing from a little lady (very not sexual despite her poorly translated sign (below)) and finally off to the magnificent sauna.
Well done to that translator
The sauna stove itself looks like it formerly served to power ocean going ships. According to the website, the stove has "1500 kg (3300 pounds) of stones and it takes one cubic meter (35 cubic feet) of logs and five to six hours to heat them glowing hot".
The seating is arranged amphitheater style and overlooking everything is a small balcony where it gets really hot. The rules are that you ask the masters up top if they want more löyly (steam/heat/water) before hoiking a bowlful of water into the furnace entrance above your head.
Early Finnish man appeasing early Finnish woman
Then you sit and enjoy. And chat. Finnish people have a reputation for economy of conversation but there's something about naked proximity that really breaks the ice. You talk in the sauna until you feel dizzy and run to the shower where you chat through to the dressing rooms where people are playing cards and chess and then to the fridge to pick up your now-cold beer before walking out onto the freezing dark street in nothing but a towel, where you continue to chat as the rest of the world walks enviously by on their way home.
A really amazing place.
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