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David V. answered on Beauty Salons&Services
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![Message](https://www.facebook.com/dialog/send?app_id=159610624114702&name=Dear David, your friend asks you on Friendize.Me:&link=http://www.friendize.me/questions/a_recommended_spa_in_greater_tel_aviv&redirect_uri=http://www.friendize.me/close_popup&display=popup&to=550078471&picture=http://www.friendize.me/images/topics/beautysalonsservices.png&description=Gaash Spa:I don't know where else to write this so I'm going to help myself to this space.. In their last edition TimeOut TLV recommended readers go to the Gaash Spa, with its thermal springs whatnot. I was looking forward to an awesome day of hangover marinating. and HOLY. SHIT. Does anyone go to these places before they get recommended? Timeout goes out to hotels, all sorts of upscale establishments--I think the cover of the next issue needs to feature an official apology for that recommendation, just for the sake of saving their reputation. I honestly refuse to believe that anyone could have gone to that place and not died from some flesh-eating disease and then written an ad for it in anything for anyone other than their worst enemy. We arrived at the place and the first thing I saw was a manky towel on the floor covered in hair and dirt. Whatever. The further we ventured into this atrocity the more i felt the situation being morphed into some sort of horrible low-end communist sanatorium trip to hell. When we entered the actual "spa", I think I shat a chicken. In one sentence, they took a rural village in the middle of some third world country where people have no teeth or hygiene, multiplied it by 1000 in size and grossness, and crammed said people in a 10 meter pool. Oh and on top of that these hoards I mean HOARDS of people were consuming really gross food all over the place--including in the pool, on the massage chairs, etc. The air was so thin and disease-ridden that I was holding on to whatever oxygen molecules I think were caught in the creases of my sweater. Anyway, the only way I can erase this memory from my head would be to get hit by a jumbo jet. I sincerely hope I was one of the very few who actually read that thing, but I BEG you TimeOut, please don't subject people to something like this again. It will take weeks of counselling before I'm ready to touch TimeOut again. You owe me a pint.){kind=link}