Poland Nudists At Sauna Cezar
Getting to Know Other Poland Nudists at Sauna Cezar
I brought a lot of baggage with me into the changing room at Sauna Cezar. I had a bag with personal items, a laptop, a backpack with all my photo equipment. I was a bit disorganized. A man came into the dressing room. I was embarrassed by how quickly he got naked and headed towards the sauna. I tried in vain to fit the photo bag into a locker. I realized it would have to go on top.
Peter came down to find me. He led me back to the sauna and told me the folks inside were the right people to be interviewed. He seemed to think I was capable of videotaping inside a sauna. I had once been party to such an attempt. Even after the heat had been turned off for a whole morning the lens would fog within seconds. I was going to have to remember what was said.
Inside the sauna I found the man from the locker room sitting in one corner. At another corner lay a woman. Above her a short window stretched for about two yards. Through its glass in the distance sprawled the recumbent strength of a single finger of Klimczok mountain. It was beautiful.
I introduced myself. I introduced YNA. I introduced Naturally magazine. I mentioned having gotten my sunburn at a recent gathering of the Naturist Society. The conversation turned elsewhere. The woman started telling the man about a popular music festival she plans to attend. I realized they were friends. She mentioned opera. It was soon explained that the woman felt like she was living life backwards. She had gone to see opera when she was younger when she should have been listening to rock. Now that she had three growing daughters she was doing what they were doing. She was having fun. I wondered if her tattoos and her piercing were part of that rebirth. I lacked the courage to ask before she left.
I went with the man upstairs. After a quick swim in the pool I joined him in the jacuzzi. He introduced himself as Darek. He was a sales representative for a bathroom furniture company. He traveled Europe in search of distributors and had a wide range of experience with naturism abroad. With regret he discussed the miserable state of naturism in Poland. A few brave souls in cooperation with a handful of western investors faced a constant threat of sanctimonious hostility.
We moved outside to the solarium. I noticed the woman from the sauna was now clothed. She was standing behind the serving window. This was Gosia, my hostess. A couple came in from the garden to sit at the table. I shared with them a copy of Naturally magazine. I offered them the opportunity to be interviewed. The man demurred. He was afraid he had nothing to say. I assured him in my experience everybody has something to say. Another couple joined us. They too studied the magazine. I realized they had probably never seen a naturist magazine in their lives. For them it was an oddity. Like me.
Gosia disappeared for the rest of the evening. I wondered where she had gone. By the end of the night I was the only one left. Peter found me and asked me where I wanted to sleep. He offered the solarium. I suggested he show me the regular accommodations. We walked down to the trailer. I got what I think was the biggest of the three rooms. It was past midnight. I quickly fell asleep.
In the early hours of the morning I was woken by what felt like a series of small earthquakes. It was the couple from the table. They were moving luggage and it made the whole trailer shake. The wife was a wedding singer. She mentioned that she and her husband would have to leave early to make their train. She was scheduled to perform. I wondered if she had to carry her own equipment. It seemed like she had a lot of baggage.
I was soon to learn she wasn’t the only one.