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Cap d'Agde Report

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Cap d'Agde, France

July 2000.

In July 2000, I made my second visit to Cap d'Agde, travelling with Peng Travel. Outward journey was from Manchester Airport to Montpellier via London Gatwick.

On the way there, as the plane was loading at Gatwick, I spotted somebody I was at school with getting on. At the airport at Montpellier, I realised he had an Emsdale label on his luggage, so I introduced myself to him (we didn't actually know each other very well at school as he's 3 years older than me). He was also en-route to Cap d'Agde, and turned out to be going there for eight weeks (yes, EIGHT weeks) where he's the resident saxophonist on Thursday and Sunday evenings in Johnny Wokkers bar!

The weather during the first week was decidedly naff for the Med - in fact it actually rained on the Monday. Most of the rest of the week there was a chilly wind, so I spent most of my time walking miles and miles round the place, in order to keep warm! Put clothes on? Pah! I'd decided to travel light clothes-wise, so just had two T shirts and two pairs of shorts as my total wardrobe for the fortnight (plus five pairs of shoes and seven towels of course!). On the Friday, I went on the Peng organised trip to Carcassonne to see the Bastille Day fireworks. Anyway, the fireworks were tremendous and spectacular, and we eventually got back to Cap d'Agde at 1.30am.

The second week was brilliant sunshine almost all the time, and I spent virtually the whole week lying on a sunbed at the Heliopolis pool. I stayed off the beach apart from two mornings, mainly because in doing all the walking in the first few days, I'd seriously split both my heels open, and walking on the beach meant getting sand into the cuts. Rather painful, so if you do go to Cap d'Agde, wear shoes. In fact, since arriving back from the Carcassonne trip, until the coach arrived to take us to the airport, other than shoes, I didn't wear anything at all - just over seven days naturist in all. And yes, I went out to restaurants in the evenings both with others and on my own (where I think without exception I was the only one nude in whichever restaurant I was in). A group of us also ended up in Johnny Wokkers almost every night the second week, where my apparent bravery in going nude 24 hours a day became a topic of conversation! I think I struck a blow for Orthodox Naturism (whatever that may be!).

Perhaps last year, I was a bit naive but I was more aware of the swinging element of Cap d'Agde this year. Very much an "anything goes" place. Some friends went to Le Glamour club at the Villa Romaine which was apparently full of middle aged Germans, who kept going downstairs. They followed them to find that everyone was "at it" in the basement, and anybody could watch. Unfortunately the friends all burst out laughing which wasn't perhaps quite the reaction that the "performers" were after! It's something which I wouldn't be happy to witness, so I stayed well away! Incidentally, others were telling me that the food at the Villa Romaine is "crap". Don't go!

I had the same apartment as last year, which had had the improvement of an electric shutter fitted since last year. Speaking to others who were travelling with Emsdale, Peng apartments seem to be generally a better quality than some of the others.

It took until lunchtime on the second Thursday before I felt that my stress levels had come right down, and yet again, I returned home relaxed and refreshed and with a glowing tan (and bleached blond hair which made me look like a beach bum!).