Tuesday, August 11, 2009


I don't know if you've heard of naturist camps, or naturism for that matter. Well, I have. Or at least, that's what I thought.

Anyway, we were on our way back home. The sun was already setting, and we were becoming quite desperate looking for a campsite where we could stay for the night.

After driving through villages, and up & downhill, we finally saw a sign pointing to a campsite. We followed it. It led us to a forest in the middle of nowhere. We were quite happy about it because after driving the busy highways of Macon and Lyon, the stillness and serenity of the forest was definitely what we needed to calm our nerves and enjoy the evening.

I was already picturing in my mind's eye. We are going to have some salad, sausages, cheese, and lots of wine.

We saw a few cows on the meadow. Two cars with very friendly people riding it, I might add. They smiled and waved at us, as if we were old pals. We smiled and waved back. A waterfalls and a lake. We love the place already, although we haven't seen it yet. Hubby was already convincing me to consider staying for a few more days.

Well, after our trip around Auvergne, Rhone Alpes, Alpes de haute Provence, Alpes Maritime, Bouches de Rhone, and Monacco, I was really longing for home already. I gave hubby an encouraging smile, but didn't say anything. But I was impressed by the location.

As we entered the campsite, we were thrilled about the whole idea all the more because there were only few cars. Surprisingly, our car was the only Dutch car! (All the camps we've been to were occupied by Dutch campers mostly. Not only the camps, but the highways too.) So being the only Dutch campers in this particular camp now, made us gloat with pride. Imagine, the other Dutch campers did not discover this paradise camp! We were very proud of ourselves!

We went inside a quaint, charming cabin to inquire if they could accommodate us. An elderly guy greeted us with a friendly smile. He took one quick look at me, and said something in French. My husband translated it for me. At the same time, the French guy said in broken English "you been naturist camp before?" I smiled and said, no.

Hubby asked me if I were okay with it. I look at him, somewhat annoyed, and told him that it was okay. Meanwhile the French guy walked to his table and took out a brochure. He specifically pointed at the naked people. I laughed at him and reassured him that I've seen naked people before.

He said, ok. He then checked the computer. Meanwhile, hubby put his hand around my shoulder and said (this time in Dutch), are you sure you can walk around this camp in all your glory? I looked at him and said, what do you mean "all my glory?" I said, I don't mind if they walk around naked, for as long as I'm not naked.

Hubby then explained to me what naturist camps are all about. Truly, ignorance is not innocence but sin! Well the rest of the story,... I guess, you already know! hahahahaha


Jesusa said...

hahahaha. I wish I was there to have seen your face:)

cherie said...

no, i don't! bitin akoooh! what's the ending??? lol

Droomvla said...

Grace: ay sus, talagang the horror of horrors! hahahahaha

Cherie: nanu pa man na ending an gusto mo maaraman? LOL Siyempre masigkat pa sa alas kuwatro an dalagan ko paluwas san camp! Basi ma-recruit baya!HAHAHAHAHAHA

rwidiani said...

OMG, how did you find that camping site? no wonder those people were friendly, they might want something from you:))

Droomvla said...

Retno: we were just driving around the region, and were looking for a place to stay for the nighte Then, I saw the sign and we followed it. It was purely coincidence. lol

Anita said...

What is the end of the story ? :P

Droomvla said...

Anita: do you really wanna know? LOL

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