A considerable amount of time has passed since my last contribution to what has become the notorious family nudist photo gallery. This has been due to the fact that I have been extremely busy and have had the good fortune to travel to some incredible destinations. This is not to say the family nudist photo gallery has been prepared to set me free.
Recently I had the privilege to travel to New Zealand. It is a beautiful country. There is a tremendous amount of things to see and the people were quite friendly. Culturally speaking, it was a genuine breath of fresh air. Not to mention environmentally speaking, the place seems remarkably clean and picturesque.
I had the good fortune of staying in an area of the country known as the Bay of Islands. It is a tropical paradise nestled in the the northern regions of the the country and one I will not soon forget. I was lucky enough to be traveling with friends that had family who owned a beautiful cottage in the region. We had an incredible view of mountains and water the words could never fully do justice.
One of the more popular activities for people visiting the Bay of Islands is what they refer to over there as a tramp. This is what we would refer to in North America as a hike. We would spend the day trekking through a coastal mountain range, enjoying nature at its most magnificent. As the sun would travel across the sky, the colors of the landscape would change and it would seem we were in different places in the afternoon than we were in the morning. It was an incredible thing to experience.
During the course of our tramp, we built up incredible appetites and found that eating a zillion calories a day was no trouble at all. It seemed like we never stopped moving except to eat. We also ate well. Our guide took us to an incredible place to eat that really was just the home of a local woman converted into a small restaurant. She was so thrilled to hear about where we were all from and our stories from back home, she almost forgot to charge us. It barely cost anything as it was. I imagine they live in the area still very much on the barter system. I was amazed.
Near the end of the tramp we arrived at what could best be described as an old light house station. There was what seemed to be hundreds of wide wooden steps carved into the grassy mountains that led up to the entrance of an old lighthouse. There were several stories shared with us about the history of this particular station but by that time I was so tired and hungry again I could barely recall any of them. What was made crystal clear was that our guide would be leaving us at that point and we would be met in the morning by a new guide by the name of George.
At that point I didn’t care if King Kong was going to be joining us. I just wanted to crash out and dream of people carrying me the rest of the way back. That’s right, the tramp still required us to head back to our village in the morning. However, I could never have guessed that the rising sun would bring such a surprise.
The next morning rolled in with singing birds and the sound of crashing waves. I probably could have slept for another day but was woken up by one of our traveling compatriots who insisted I visit the kitchen to meet our new guide who would be walking us back.
I couldn’t understand the excitement at such an early hour but I realized I was not going to be allowed to sleep another wink so I relented. I threw on some clothes and headed towards the kitchen. When I arrived there my friends were laughing quietly amongst themselves and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Our new guide was kind enough to be preparing us all breakfast. This apparently is tradition where we were staying. In exchange, we would clean up after wards. He was a somewhat heavy set man in his early fifties if I had to guess. He had finished preparing a huge bowl of fresh fruit and nuts and was in the process of finishing up a huge serving of scrambled eggs and sausage which I might add he was preparing … completely nude!! That’s right, nude. Once again the family nudist photo gallery had hunted me down and found me on the other side of the world. I began to think that something in the cosmic universe wad deliberately punishing me.
Now here I was, awake and starving and wondering how I was going to bring myself to eat this incredible meal that had just been prepared by a strange naked man who I was meeting for the first time. He explained that he thought he would be finished preparing before we woke up but didn’t seem fazed by the four of us standing there nor did he seem affected by the sausage that was sizzling in front of his weathered torso.
He finished preparing the meal then excused himself to get dressed. I was left with the dilemma of whether or not to eat while my traveling companions had no trouble digging in. After some careful deliberation and realizing the hike we had ahead of us I ate and decided I would deal with any consequences later. Fortunately, I made out fine. I think.
The best was after we finished the meal, George wanted a picture with all of us. He kept an album of all the groups that came through on tramps. He had an actual family nudist photo gallery without the nudity. I was relieved and disturbed all at the same time.
It was a remarkable journey earmarked with the reminder that just when you think the family nudist photo gallery let out, it can pull you back in.
