Well, we are back from our holiday which, whilst offering me lots of naked time, didn't go quite to plan. Croatia and the Adriatic coast is known for its excellent weather, probably quite comparable to Arizona for dry sunny climate. But guess what - Nuduke's luck operated and we arrived in the middle of the worst spell of wet weather and thunderstorms in May in Croatia in living memory! So we had a lot of grey days with some rain. There were a couple of sunbathing hot days and some sunny spells in the middle of other days, but solid beach weather it was not. Nevertheless, Mrs N had promised to accompany me to the nudist beach one day and the first opportunity dawned for that with her having some difficulty with a bout of diahorrea, which whilst not preventing sunbathing and swimming, did confine us to the hotel for the day. Mrs N was very tolerant of my nudity and I got a lot of rays on the hotel room balcony.
So much so that, far from burning I ended up with an allergy rash on patches of my legs which was either due to the sunblock or the sun itself. Probably the latter - I have had this affliction for many years and I think it is triggered simply by heat...but not always! However, I digress (and we never do that, do we?).
As the week and the poor weather wore on I gave up the notion of getting to the naturist beach which was a 30 minute bus ride then a 15 min walk to the ferry that took you out to the island (Lokrum), another 20 mins then another 20 min walk to the "beach" which was actually the rocky edge of the island at a rather uninvitingly steep slope down to a low cliff edge. No actual beach at all. (We saw it when we went on a short boat trip around the bay of Dubrovnik).
You can see it on this picture
However, all was not lost! Early on in the trip I took a walk along the coast from the hotel where there was a large extent of forest atop steep cliffs. It was a steep ascent up a rocky pathway that looked like an Arizonan wash. This picture gives you an impression of the gradient but underestimates it!
I took a small, little used path to detour off the main pathway and lo! A little clearing appeared on the edge of the cliff with some strange construction on it. I took this to be a military installation left over from WW2 or more likely the Croatian independence war with Serbia in the 1980s and 90s.
Despite meeting a couple of people on the main path, here I was alone nd isolated and soon had my clothes off and was standing or sitting on the edge of a precipitous plunging vertical cliff overlooking the Elafiti Islands in the distance and sundry shipping below.
I was able to sit and enjoy being naked in nature and walk about a bit although I couldn't be
completely naked - I had to wear my sandals as the stony ground was very painful to walk on and evidenced with previous occupation in that there was broken glass in some parts.
I meditated, and walked a little way along the cliff edge as the vegetation and rocks allowed, challenging the edge and my tendency to vertigo and thoroughly enjoyed my find. I went back several times usually in kindly, evening sunshine to enjoy some more naked time. The final time I was there I eventually and reluctantly dressed and no sooner had I pulled my t shirt and swim shorts on than a couple suddenly appeared up the path. Phew! Encounter avoided. I had not heard them coming. I bid them a good afternoon and recommended the view and warned them merrily about not falling off and went on my way. They looked at me oddly. I think they were English or German so they would probably have understood my cheery greeting. Had they seen me naked? I don't know (and indeed don't care).
Photo taken after the sun dipped below the cliffs after a bi of SN contemplation of the Adriatic Sea
So whilst weather and the wife's pestilence robbed me of my opportunity to get her naked on a beach, nevertheless I had a good batch of naked time to myself, from which I was very satisfied that I had taken advantage of the opportunities that arose. As to the rest of the holiday, on the grey days there was sightseeing and a trip into neighbouring Montenegro ...and I put on about 4lb in weight dammit! Too many restaurant meals and ice creams (which were fabulously good in Dubrovnik, I might add)
John
