The Steamy, Sweaty, Towel-Spinning Weirdness of the World Sauna Championships

Aquardens spa, on the outskirts of Verona, is typically the epitome of tranquility. Natural thermal springs feed expansive indoor and outdoor pools. Vineyards on the foothills of the Italian Alps grace the horizon. There are steam rooms, saunas, and a snow alcove, where snowflakes waft down on visitors wishing to cool off after a sweating session. But for a week this fall, the thudding bass of electronic dance music emanates from inside the spa’s largest sauna.

Abandoning my flipflops and possibly my dignity, I adjust my towel and join the gleeful crowd of more than 200 naked people rushing into the eighty-five-degree Celsius sauna to a blaring remix of “Losing It” by the DJ Fisher.

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About Sarah Everts

I’m an award-winning science journalist and journalism professor at Carleton University based in Ottawa, Canada. I’ve written for a variety of publications including Scientific American, New Scientist, Smithsonian, Guardian, Time, Chemical & Engineering News and others. I have a Master of Journalism from Carleton University, a Master of Science in Chemistry from the University of British Columbia and a Bachelor of Science in Biophysics from the University of Guelph.