The Thousands

There are few social situations in life that not only encourage exposing your rude bits, but insist upon it. Public baths and orgies rank among them. Fun-cushions and tatas, thunderboxes and lightning rods, front bums and baby arms, you name it, they’ve got it. You might want to put that out of your mind when you visit however. A pimp could sit on you – it’s that close to Kings Cross’ main drag – so the last thing you want to think about is someone else’s butt.

The bathhouse has recently ditched the ginseng in favour of gentrification – think downlights, artfully chipped sandstone blocks, and an overwhelming smell not unlike hippy pajamas. The only thing vaguely Korean is all the Korenglish, (“a staff could be helped!”) dotting the lockers. Still, nothing beats whipping out what your mama gave you, and using someone else’s towels and shampoos. Except for, maybe, an orgy. Head one block over for that.