Let’s talk about the sauna. It’s a small glass box that gets hot enough to cook a pizza. Inside, you’ll find a strange social contract: everyone sits in silence, sweating like they’ve just run a marathon, while avoiding eye contact. The steam room next door is even better. It’s so foggy you can’t see your own hand, which is why I once accidentally sat on a stranger’s towel. We both just nodded. It was a profound moment of human connection.
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If you’re brave, go at 7 AM. You’ll meet the Malvern Mafia—a group of retirees who have perfected the art of speed-walking in the shallow end. They are terrifying and sweet in equal measure. One of them will tell you, unprompted, that your swimming technique is “better than last Tuesday.” Take the compliment.
