Heteren, 100Km east of Amsterdam, has just held the first nude gym session. Both participants and observers were happy.
One does not wonder at the need for medically qualified observers especially since a dozen middle-aged and elderly men took part. I hope they were medically qualified observers. Otherwise “Voyeur” springs to mind!
There are mixed views in the town and although a number of women have signed up, none appeared for the first session. Signees come from as far afield as Russia and Australia. (Now, in 2011, a Gymnasium in Spain has followed suit.)
No, I was not one of the signees. Mainly because the fare to Heteren is a little over $3,000 return. And I am allergic to exersize.
I am tempted to claim that Hugh Jackman attended as that would lead to the ambitious and capable raincoaster signing immediately.
Personally, once I discovered that we are all nude under our clothes, I began swimming at one of Perth’s nude beaches.
This stopped after I saw Jaws. Now I closely inspect home swimming pools before I swim in them. I check the bath after it has been filled. I even check desert sands for signs of the desert shark.
But nude gymnasia? I know the Greeks used to do that sort of thing, but they did not have exercise bicycles in those days. Can you imagine the damage the spinning spokes could do?
Nah! Let me have a quiet cringe to myself for a moment.
I’ll stick to nude swimming in shark free environments.
For a full report without sharks go to where I sourced this.