Derek Cheng travels to Ireland and finds an unlikely candidate amid the country’s plethora of top tourist attractions. Many things spring to mind when you think about the best way to take a bath. Towers of glistening bubbles to the heavens.
A glass of champagne and a personal harem of masseuses and supermodels. But a pile of seaweed? In Ireland, slipping into this slimy mess has been a tradition for 300 years, while seaweed has been part of the diet on the west coast of Ireland for millennia. It was supposedly a favourite of Queen Maeve’s, the warrior legend who may or may not have existed some 2000 years ago and, so our group of travelling journalists were told, had to sleep with 30 men per day to satiate her seaweed-fuelled libido.
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