Skinny Dipping

I debated whether to tell the skinny dipping story, although it is in no way indecent. So here I go. Sorry, parents.

It all started innocently enough, with people at the backpackers sitting around after dinner, drinking. (Doesn't every skinny dipping story start that way? Or is that horror movie?) I need to say that I wasn't honestly drunk; I'd had only a couple beers. But the subject of skinny dipping came up.

A brief interlude: I love skinny dipping. I love everything about it. This wasn't my first experience hurling myself naked into an ocean and I daresay it wasn't the last. There's something nice about going to a new place and really getting into it. Nothing between you and this new experience. That being said, I shall continue.

Keep in mind, these are people that have just met that day. When skinny dipping came up, I said, "Oh yeah! Later on, we should do that." (Some people need a bit of liquid courage - but not enough to make jumping into the ocean dangerous.) Well the group had that kind of tension that implies this internal dialogue for everyone: "Well, I'm on holiday... but I can't go skinny dipping; I don't even know these people... but I don't even know these people, what harm can it be?" That kind of tension is enough to make me happy anyhow; you can hear people's horizons being broadened.

Later on, we all decide to go down to the beach... and only three of us jumped in. With a whole crew of people armed with flashlights and cameras stayed ashore. I lost my new anklet to the oceanic gods (chalk another one up to the ocean), but it was so much fun!! No indecent pictures were taken; I inspected them carefully. And it was a good moment to see the group that was heading down to do something adventurous and to be able to place yourself into the smaller group that actually jumped (and have a great story to tell from it)!

Moral of the story: go find a large body of water; remove clothes; jump in.