Saunas in Denmark make me want to stand up, and desperately spit towards the heater – to make it hotter. I miss Finnish saunas. Being on the highest bench here is like being on the lowest one in Finland. Yet everyone, even grownups, sit on the very lowest or perhaps the middle bench. They carefully place their towel between the wall and their back. Sissies. Only four-year olds sit on the lowest bench in the sauna, especially such a cool one as that.
And then, just to widen the cultural gap, they talk. In the sauna. Whoa. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, more a matter of taste – as for me I don’t mind either. It just feels really really really strange, like if someone would start singing in a full elevator.