Special guest joining me in the sauna was my Dutch friend who is also French. We shall call her my Dutch-French friend. The reason why nationalities are important in this Thursday’s sauna story is because of this kinda-ok-for-conversation-but-also-almost-a-creep guy in the dry sauna that was trying to guess why me and my Dutch-French friend looked different than the rest of the British souls present. It’s also important to mention it was in the dry sauna, where eye contact is less avoidable so you can’t pretend to stare into the darkness or the tiny lights on the ceiling. You have to face the people and engage in the conversation, unless you’re committed to closing your eyes and pretending to focus as soon as you sit down, which I strongly recommend in mostly-male occupancy. The game only lasted 3-4 minutes with my friend being the main victim, so it went a bit like “haha ha where you from, it’s not from here I can tell, no let me guess, then me visibly rolling my eyes, my Dutch-French friend was being polite, it’s not Irish is it, tell me something random haha no let me guess, Dutch?” BINGO! He guessed my friend’s origins which meant we could escape this game, boost his ego and move on to the steam room where NOBODY talked and it was a way more peaceful suffering. The end.