Another day in paradise
You don't have to go sailing just because your on a yacht. I met my friends at their yacht in Nidri, Lefkada in the Greek islands. We took on provisions and went south to the small island of Meganissi and found a favourite quiet bay on it's north east corner. Here we dropped anchor and backed towards its northern edge where two long lines secured us to two trees. And there we stayed.
I'd stripped off as we left Nidri and stayed that way. The bay was remote, tranquil, sheltered and only used by a few other boats. The only sounds were the tinkling of bells on the goats which grazed the olive grove off our stern. Other boats came and went, ranging from small open day boats to luxury yachts with staff to cater for their millionaire owners. Mostly they were similar to our own. Occasionally they would carry another nudist but mostly they were textile. But nobody minded our 24/7 nudity. Every so often we'd swim in the beautifully clear water - water salty enough to float in effortlessly. But mostly we just relaxed, enjoyed the endless sun drank and dined. We were in paradise.
A short dingy ride took us to a quiet road and the bins to dispose of the rubbish. An hour's walk took us into Vathi. There we could eat and drink and buy fresh meat, wine, fruitand veg for the next few days. We had to dress but we'd soon be back in our naked paradise.
Our relaxed lifestyle showed all around us how natural nudism is. The boat has a small swim platform on the stern where we would stand to dry ourselves after swimming, in full view of all around as if we were in a nudist venue. Occasionally I'd wash on the swim platform - going into the sea to get thoroughly wet, out to soap up then back in to rinse off and swim. Soon the neighbouring textiles would stop bothering to hide when changing out of their wet swimwear. Then, later, they would just dispense with the swimwear entirely. My friend would swim over to new arrivals for a chat. With a few we would invite them to join us for dinner or we would join them. Then we could exchange stories with others from many parts of Europe.
Every few days the toilet's holding tank would need emptying in deep water. I would be left in the dingy, naked as the yacht went out to sea. My job was to guard our spot and to take the lines out to the boat when it returned. It was a bit likean aquatic version ofhiking naked having left all my clothes in the car. but in this case the car - or actually the boat - was going away with those clothes. I could go ashore while I was waitingbut had to remember that I was surrounded by textiles, albeit tolerant textiles.
As the ancient mariner said: we were surrounded by water but not a drop to drink. After a week we had to go to Spilia to refill our freshwater tanks. We combined it with a night in Spilia, dining at the beach side restaurant. It was lively and bustling. A flotilla of about a dozen yachts came in headed by it's lead yacht covered in flags. The day after we were delighted to head back to our tranquil bay - to paradise.
The last day was an early start to return the boat to its home boatyard. We headed north through the canal between Lefkada and the mainland. We got to the swing bridge early and waited for its 10am opening. Then we headed into open water with a wind in the right quarter. At last a chance to hoist the sails and sail! I took the helm. It was my very first sailing experience - naked of course.
We headed towards Preveza and again I took the helm (this time under power) to guide us between the boys into the harbour. The rest of the day was spent cleaning the boat. We went into town for dinner in the evening] It was lively with competing music and everyone in festive mood. The next morning we would have the long taxi ride to Igoumenitsa, the ferry to Corfu and the flight home.
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