12x what I wonder about at the nude campsite
Tomorrow is Open Naturist Day. Now, of course, it's quite childish if I immediately get all sorts of unintended visions about it, but I do. The naturist phenomenon has an image problem. I read this week that the young influx is mainly lacking. Walking naked seems to be a seventies phenomenon, although I must say that I have once (don't ask further) dived naked into the sea and that swimming without a bikini is surprisingly pleasant. But still, I immediately think of the vacations I spent with my childhood friend where all the present parents wanted as little as possible between them and nature. And by that, they also meant cotton. We teenage girls didn't fully share the pleasure, especially not during meals. The naturist movement, in short, is not entirely for me. I immediately wonder about everything.
- You're completely naked, but you do wear shoes for protection. That seems like such a silly (excuse) sight to me.
- And when you fasten those shoes, uh well, how do you bend down exactly?
- Forgive me, forgive me, I know that naturism has nothing to do with sex or at least no more than when people are wearing their clothes, but suppose you, as a man, are a bit charmed by everything that comes tripping by, what do you do then?
- I read about a naturist campsite that has plenty of trampolines. And volleyball courts. That swings and sways in all directions, right? For me, a bra also has a function; to keep everything together.
- Are the bike seats of the rental bikes cleaned properly?
- How do they do that at the barbecue? This came from my colleague from FavorFlav. Just make sure you don't put the wrong sausage on the grill.
- Can you wear something if you're cold?
- You will get beautifully even tan.
- And you can travel light.
- You don't have to worry about whether your bikini is dry.
- Everyone is equal.
- You're ready in the morning so quickly.
Wow guys, it can't get crazier. If I keep typing, I'll be convinced too. In short, Sunday: Open Naturist Day.
