The summer trip to the sea is finally over. Yes, finally. Can you imagine being on an island – that is – a chunk of land surrounded by the sea – with no beaches allowing nude swimming? It’s like being at the cinema and being required to look at the floor instead of the screen, allowing you only to hear the movie. Continue reading
I’ve already written about my first time at a nudist camp, but that wasn’t my first time naked in a social setting. My first visit to a nudist beach wasn’t it either, but it was the first time that I went public with it.
Two of my highschool friends and I went on a vacation together after graduating highschool. We choose Supetar at Brač as our destination. We went a couple of days on the regular beach, swimming, sunbathing, drinking cocktails, etc. One day we took a walk on the beach and accidentally stumbled on a nudist beach. Continue reading
My first time at a nudist camp was, sadly, also my last. Back then, I was a single guy enjoying nudity at home, in my flat where I stayed during college years, or on occasional hikes in fairly secluded parts of the area where I lived.
I went to Koversada naturist park, in Vrsar near Rovinj, in Croatia. I paid for my stay on-line and back then (I don’t know what it’s like now) they did no checking on-line if the paying visitor is a single male or someone else. I only found out that single males are not strictly welcome when I appeared at the reception of the park. Continue reading