Apologies for hacking a space for a post from John's excellent APAPS Blog, but as you will see it is all his fault. A warning here: Don't hurriedly scroll below for lurid and lascivious pics like the pic above which is merely to entice you in to the body of the post.
This had been brewing for several weeks after I coined the name COWS, for those of us in Lagos who were fond of skinny dipping or even an early morning stroll in the cool air bath that is the strip of beach next to the sea at Meia Praia. This escalated into a sub unit of the APAPS walkers, spread by the usual gossip channels. I may have inflamed the cause by turning up to join one of the APAPs walks with my silhouette in the low sun walking west to unite with the group.
My rather becoming skin coloured cuecas, had just arrived from China a few days before, and they caught the attention of some of the more degenerate walkers, until the overdressed troop had closed up and turned away in disappointment! I dressed in my shorts again depriving the ladies of my generously rounded buttocks and we continued the walk.
A simple prank but it must have caught the imagination of the suppressed textiles who have nade the Algarve their home but have yet to really invest body and soul.
The incident was politely blogged by John, but then the WhatsApps and breakfast banter began.
On this particular Wednesday, John was unable to arrange a walk or breakfast for the APAPS, but hinted in the call circular that 'to lessen your undoubted disappointment at this, you could always join Paul's COWS walks. He would be sure to give you a warm welcome.!'
I duly thanked him for the thought, and as I expected, with an outbreak of repressed Victorian modesty, only Myriam and myself turned up. I am still waiting for the COWS to come home, but not holding my breath.!
A walk demands a blog, if only to fill a gaping blank in the continuity, and so for what it is worth, here is the account of Myriam and myself keeping up the honour of the COWS.
Authors note: At this point Myriam has stamped her tiny besandalled foot down and forbidden me to publish any of the multitude of nature shots we took along the way. The rule is inviolable: Unless you have joined the COWS and completed one naturist walk then you are excluded from the inner secrets. The first walk you do with the COWS is designated your reborn Birthday, and of course you must wear your birthday suit.
We set off from home to our normal walk start near Bar Quim, I thought this might be an omen, but sadly no one else was in sight., nor was there a real starter photo. I tried a selfie of the walkers but it came out unprofessionally, through lack of practice.
We continued as if it was a private beach, The stroll to the end, paddling along the shore and arriving at the far end for a dip, was NSFW.
Returning to the car, we had decided to take the chance with a small group,to visit Cafe Odeon for the best FEB in town. As an added treat we parked near the Cat Hotel to have a cruise to the other side on the Vai e Vem.
With an onshore wind and an incoming tide, it took a lot of skill to cross, hence the oblique approach to the landing pier.
Once onboard, Myriam started flirting with the crew because she had been unable indulge in her favourite hobby in the absence of Rod and John.
We sauntered over to Cafe Odeon and to our dismay,, despite being the Peak of the Tourist season, they were closed.
Many alternatives sprang to mind. and eventually we settled on continuing the walk up to Cafe Bom Gosto near the skate park and Mini Golf, where we procured a massive and fully loaded Tosta Mista.
Luckily we reached the cafe after the scheduled end of my Intermittent fasting period and we rated the TM's as excellent.. From there we walked home, took a naturist shower with extras , and later drove over to the Cat Hotel and collected my car in the midday heat.
To conclude, if you are still with me, a wonderful little ditty from an Englishman of True Genius, Noel COW(S)ard
1 comment:
Walking on the beach at low tide early in the morning is both energising and relaxing!
Pity we were not able to have the traditional FEB.
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