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Poland - the Naked Europe Adventure Starts The Unclothed Europe Trip Begins! Bare Europe - On Monday I arrived in Poland. The so-called "New Europe." Where a new naturist federation formed two years ago. Thirty kilometers from the airport in Wroclaw (Yes, you read me right. Kilometers. I don't have any idea how much that's and yes that's the letter "L" with a line through it. Interestingly it sounds like a "W" whereas the first "W" in the name of that town seems like a "V" while the second "W" sounds like an "F" and the "C" sounds like the "ts" in the word "cats" giving you - never mind. Welcome to Europe.) I found a Polish-design used car lot. It was six cars parked along the side of the road. Pieces of xerox paper taped to the interior of the windows spelled out the make, the model, and some numbers with commas in between them that I do not quite understand. None of the automobiles had radios. Where a radio should have been were wires sticking out in every way. I didn't inquire. One of the six cars was the auto my uncle had suggested I buy. It was a Ford Mondeo, which over the phone had sounded like Fort Monday, oh! I 'd never heard of such a car. It wasn't something I thought Ford would make. I was scared Garrison was more than a phonetic mishandling. Like the Somy television I'd once watched where the soccer player's slacks had been stretched out two feet behind him. Yet there was the logo. Just like in America. Ford. Minus a radio. Rental Car for the Nude Europe Excursion I passed on the Mondeo. In town I found an Escort available from 1997. Same Ford Emblem. Same xerox paper taped to the window. This one had something different. It had a radio. Air conditioning. Power windows. The mpg read https://twitter.com/vinyrypuzisu . I comprehended the odometer had just five digits. Apt. I took the Escort for a test drive. The owner said his wife had used it to visit her parents. She didn't need it anymore. The wheels squeaked but otherwise the car managed itself nicely. The engine stalled twice but that is not ususual when you're gauging an automobile's manual transmission for the first time. It is something you need to get used to. I agreed to purchase the automobile. I drove it myself down to the bank so that I could take cash. The man took cash for a really special reason that I am going to not get into but sadly after I came back to the car and attempted to unlock the door the key wouldn't work. My uncle called up the man. He forgot to tell us the lock on the driver's side was busted. To open the door on the passenger side you had to jiggle the key a particular way. He drove down to the bank to show us. We bargained down the cost a little. (It looked like a lot more on paper. Reference previously.) Cash changed hands. I took the car to your garage to get it inspected. Everything seemed good. The mechanics told me I got a great price. Until the auto went through to the lift. They saw the rotten place when driving. They began jabbing at it. A hole formed. It got bigger. Half the framework ended on a floor. My uncle suggested I take it to another mechanic. "The kind you don't have to pay," he said, winking. I used ton't know what he meant. But I am glad he's my godfather. Shoddy A/C Knob I went to buy insurance. It turns out the previous owner wasn't only shunning his in-laws. His wife had caused an injury. The premium on the Ford Escort had gone sky-high. Funny how that hadn't been mentioned. When I went to see the new mechanic he gave me the bad news. The engine stalls when it is cold. Here I thought it was my clumsiness with the clutch. He says it is not even worth fixing. I said never mind. I got behind the wheel. I turned on the air conditioning. Thank God it works. I went to turn it off. The knob broke off within my hand. This really is not the New Unclothed https://twitter.com/pivehagyfuzu . For that we should find some naturists. Nudist Sites For Young Naturists And Young Naturists America FKK Tags: europe, poland Category: Nudism and Naturism In Europe, Social Nudity Websites