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We went to the Camping & Caravanning Club site (if I remember rightly) near Slapton Sands many years ago. Somewhat nervously, I asked at the reception: "I understand there's a naturist beach nearby that we can walk to?" The young lady replied: "Oh yes," quite cheerfully "but you'll need your wellies."
I was totally confused, but it turned out she was talking about a nature reserve; close, I suppose!
I didn't have the heart, or the bottle, to explain further, so thanked her and left.
|Focusgirl||We love Italy and the culture but the Italians are not generally the best exponents of Naturism. There are only a few Naturist beaches in the whole of Italy. Having said that I have met Italian naturists in France and Spain.|
It may have been 'Big John' on a beach in Spain a few years ago.
As he strode along the beach there were looks of envy and awe.
As he passed it was another story.
The piece of pink toilet paper sticking out in the crack of his bum had the beach in stitches
We had our first naturist experience in the bag and were now in Italy. I had made some pact with myself that I would get my kit off in each of the European countries we got to. We had stopped in a lovely small town and Mrs KC10 had gone in the shops so I thought I would nip in to the tourismo and ask if there were any naturist sites in the area. So in I went and asked in my best Italian. The girl was very helpful and pointed one out in the accommodation guide. I left and went to the van and read it. There was no mention of this place being a naturist site. Back into the tourismo to make sure and again the girl confirmed this was a naturist site so I assumed here local knowledge would be good so I trusted her. The wife came back and we headed off and soon enough we were there. I approached reception as an older man was approached me. I asked him if this was a naturist site and he shrugged his shoulders in a sort of 'if you want' manner with a 'si'. My Italian is very limited so again I took him at his word. I entered the reception and was greeted by a very friendly middle-aged woman who was very smartly dressed and very pleasant. She was getting me checked in and had started filling in the paperwork but there was just something not right so I thought I'd ask again in my best Italian. She went ballistic at me shouting 'Bambino bambino' then shoved me out the reception door slamming it in my face. I seen the old man again who hurried off.
I went back into the van and my wife said 'It's not a naturist site is it?' - 'No'.
Not so much funny as extoling the virtues of naturism was a time when at Arnachout on the west coast of France we had a wonderful meal at our place with family and a group of friends. It was evening and a bit cool so everyone was wearing some clothing. When it was time to leave there was a torrential downpour meaning everyone would get soaked! What did they do? Put their clothing in carrier bags to keep dry and ran home naked in the rain!
Now, if you have never tried running naked in the rain you have never lived. OK walk then.
Many years ago my wife and I were camping in the Aquitaine region and we had made friends with a family consisting of husband, wife and two teenage children. We had one of our teenage sons with us.
Each day we went to the beach, we went to the textile side and they went to the naturist side. One day the husband said why not come over and have a beer. To cut a long story short I went over in the afternoon and chatted to all but the husband who had gone for a swim.
The family were laughing at me standing/sitting there with trunks on while everyone around was naked. I was getting tempted to disrobe and asked the good lady why her husband was nicknamed "big John" when he was not very tall or very fat.
How naive can you be. I was about to disrobe when "big John" came back from swimming.
No more comment is really necessary. I know the origin of his nickname.
|kc10||Ha ha . When they were talking about where to put this forum last night I looked through the list and 'outdoor bittz' was an option for me. I thought it would have been inappropriate to say that though.|
|bulawayolass||I keep getting the urge to post something about naturist in the "Outdoor Bits" section someone please tie my hands down before l give in to temptation|
Dave in your dreams
Loads funny things. Hub and l took friend of a friend to base of a cliff on friends finca to see the sea. The lass and l were chatting away ignoring Brian who true to the male whose brain is in neutral strips off to have a swim as it is nice and private.
We turn round and he is happily whistling to himself folding his clothes the poor lasses face when white and she makes the weirdest sound almost a scream.
Brian looks up in fright wondering what's going on l try to not laugh at the situation, give my dearest a telling off and explain that we are just naturist's and added to that Brian is a brainless pratt for not thinking.
She was ok when she realised he was not going to do anything to her even saw the humour.
Obviously not bacon baps.
My problem was trying to find a long enough fig leaf.
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