[Non-Fiction] Turning Fantasy into Reality: A naked summer with Ancient Brit

[Ancient Brit]

Chapter 1

It’s 19th April and I’m about to set out on the trip of a lifetime. In the next few months I’m expecting to be Naked in Public to a degree I’ve never contemplated before. I’m about to try and convert Fantasy into Reality.

The first part of this fantasy is to hike naked along the Via de la Plata, an old pilgrim route, from Seville in the south of Spain to Santiago in northern Spain. I’ve frequently walked naked before, but mainly in wilderness areas where I see very few people and I have usually covered up when approaching others. There’s always been the possibility of surprise encounters, but generally interaction with the public has been limited. This fantasy is to hike naked and remain naked, subject to weather conditions, whenever I’m off paved roads.

The past week has been exceptionally warm for April and I’ve taken advantage of weather acclimatise myself to the idea of naked hiking. I’ve been out walking in the New Forest National Park; an large area of moor and forest in the south of England. If I was going to fulfil my fantasies I had to get over any temptation to cover up when meeting other walkers. There seemed only one way to do this: Don’t carry anything with which to cover up!

I’ve managed to pack ahead of schedule and decided there was time for a final naked walk in the New Forest on route for the port of Portsmouth.

I parked at Bramshaw Telegraph and left all my clothes in my small mobile home and set off totally naked apart from trainers, socks and sunhat. Being a Monday I wasn’t expecting to meet many other people , but I met a retired couple on the trail within minutes of setting off. My next encounter was when I passed right by three forestry workers and their van, but they didn’t see me because they were fast asleep! It was about 1pm so I suppose they may have been on their lunch break. I saw a few other groups at a distance before I reached the long forestry road where I always seemed to meet someone. This time was no exception and as I was climbing the hill, two men came down the track and gave me a peculiar look. As I walked away they stopped and had a good look at my retreating backside through their binoculars. I saw a few people at a distance in the remainder of the walk, but didn’t have any more close encounters.

It was now time to drive on to Portsmouth.

To be continued

[Ancient Brit]

Chapter 2

I arrived at Portsmouth early as I was expecting chaos because of the closure of the airports because of ash from the Icelandic volcano. It wasn’t a problem for pre-booked vehicles, but the terminal was overflowing with foot passengers and taxis and coaches were fighting for space. ITV News had a couple of satellite vans to beam the scene across the region. I was taking the P&O ferry from Portsmouth to Bilbao on the Pride of Bilbao.

I find these 24 hour ferry crossings very boring and I decided I’d to liven it up by getting some naked photos naked public areas of the boat .Even at midnight it was still pretty busy and very noisy as the ferry was full to capacity and many of the foot passengers hadn’t been able to get cabins and the bars were still open. I found a corridor, which was an extension of one of the lounges. Just round the corner there were lots of people making a lot of noise but I was undisturbed as I stripped off and took a couple of pictures using the time delay on the camera.

I woke up about 4am and decided to have a go at getting some better photos. A ship never sleeps and I got a few looks as I passed the reception desk in shorts T-shirt and bare feet. I was hoping to get some photos inside the casino but it was locked, however its entrance was full of gaming machines. Many people ‘lose their shirt’ when gambling, but I lost my shorts as well and was completely naked as I took a few photos playing the gaming machines. I was still completely naked when a member of the crew arrived as the final photo was being taken, but fortunately he had a sense of humour and just said “I didn’t see that!” and he wandered off. I imagine he had picked me up on the CCTV security cameras that were protecting the gaming machines and was checking I wasn’t trying to break into them.

Ancient Brit

[Ancient Brit]

Chapter 3 The drive to Seville

I had difficulty finding the route out of Bilbao; a combination of poor signposting and an inadequate map. I was intending to drive naked but it was cool in the early morning and I waited until my first stop in a lay-by before stripping off. Having got naked I got out of the van to turn on the gas, when a police car pulled up in front of me and two policemen approached my van. I thought discretion was in order and I put on my shorts. In fact they just wanted me to pull in tighter so they could use the lay-by for random stops of lorries! I waited until the police had left before removing my shorts. At this break I also shaved off my beard and all my hair as ordered by Mistress.
I took my lunch break in the large lorry park behind a service station and hotel complex. I’d been driving naked and didn’t put any clothes on as I went outside to turn on the gas. For safety reasons I normally turned it off when on the move. Unfortunately the gas didn’t come through to the stove so I had several trips outside before I eventually removed the gas cylinder and found that the hose had got trapped and wasn’t letting any gas through.
I remained naked until I my overnight stop, between Salamanca and Caceres, where I put on clothes as it cooled down.

It had rained all night, but was brightening up for a day of sunshine and heavy showers. Again I stripped off at my first break before driving naked all the way to Santiponce which was really not much more than a suburb of Seville.

To be continued

[Ancient Brit]

Chapter 4 Exposed on the Via de la Plata

I was now about to start my hike along the pilgrim route from Seville to Santiago de Compestella. As I said in chapter 1 the intention was to hike all off-road sections NAKED.

The official purpose of the trip was to check out the Cicerone Press guidebook for the route and I was doing it in a very unusual way. I was based in my van and each day I was going to drive to the end of the day’s walk and then cycle back to the start before hiking back to the van. I wasn’t intending to do any road walking, so I was going to cycle the road sections in both directions.

It was evening by the time I arrived at Santioponce on the outskirts of Seville and I immediately cycled to the start of the route at Seville Cathedral and back to the van to get this road section out of the way.

There was rain early morning but again it cleared to sunshine and showers. I drove to Venta la casa de Pradera and cycled back to Santiponce.
I secured the bike, and immediately stripped naked apart from socks, shoes and hat.

It wasn’t going to be particularly interesting terrain walking on a broad track through undulating farmland, so walking naked was going to add interest. I set off down the track with three men just ahead of me and was soon passed by a couple on bikes, who greeted me as they cycled by. Then a young man on a bike cycled passed me, stopped while I overtook him and then passed me again before turning round and heading back for Santiponce; all without saying a word.

When I got to the ford over a minor river the three walkers and two cyclists had just finished crossing and were cleaning up/ drying up as I arrived. I was quite pleased to have an early encounter to test my resolve to remain naked and act as if it was perfectly natural (It is, isn‘t it!!). One of the cyclists took a couple of pictures of me before asking if I minded! Once they discovered I spoke English we had a friendly chat. They were actually two groups of Germans.

Further on a van passed me and shortly turned around and passed again as did a lad on a motorbike. I put clothes on as I reached Guillena and walked through the town centre. Leaving Guillena the Via de la Plata crossed the Rio Rivera de Huelva on a causeway, but the river was flowing high and I wasn’t sure if the crossing was safe so I exited and crossed on an adjacent road bridge before dropping back to the river bank where I stuck to my principals and stripped again. I then followed the bank back to the end of the causeway where I passed a large group of men and boys picnicking beside the river. I certainly got laughter from the boys! Finally the track took me past some bungalows where I was again seen by one of the occupants driving down to the river and then the tack went alongside the main road so I must have been visible to car drivers as I approached my van.

to be continued

Ancient Brit

[daremaster118]

honsetly... i think you should stop writing .. maybe its just me but i find it very boring and tbh it has nothing got to do with getdare... if you find this insulting or anything then i appoligise but its soooo bad in my opinion lol... prove me wrong if u like... see what other people comment... but personally.. im stopping reading this lol .. sorry :P

[rhode64]

keep writing enjoying it and rather jelous

[Ancient Brit]

Originally Posted by rhode64

keep writing enjoying it and rather jelous

No problem. I'm not going to be put off by a 13 year-old who needs to learn better manners!!

Unfortunately, on this site, I can't post the photos that go with this account but if any 18+ would like a link to site where I'm publishing this account with photos please PM me.

Ancient Brit

[Ancient Brit]

Chapter 5 Roundabouts

I remained naked as I drove back to pick up the bike and then drove to the point where the next section of trail would end. It was still fairly early and I decided to get the following 13 mile road section out of the way.

Obviously I dressed to cycle, but stayed on the lookout for opportunities for interesting Dare photos.
There was a mini-roundabout on the outskirts of Castilbanca with statues of storks. It was a bit daunting as there was plenty of traffic on the road but I stripped off and took a few photos. This was a close encounter as two police cars pulled out of the hotel next to the roundabout just after I’d got my shorts back on, but I was still shirtless. They did have a good look at me before driving off .

I didn’t get much further before coming to a little fountain on another mini-roundabout. I would have to be quick because there were people walking past and it was totally visible from the busy road. I perched the camera on one rim of the fountain, quickly stripped, set the time release on the camera went round the far side of the fountain for the photo. I think I managed to do it in a lull in the traffic.
To be continued
Ancient Brit

[daremaster118]

i need to learn better manners??? i could of easily said what i think ... I COULD OF SAID THIS IS THE WORST F***ING STORY I HAVE EVER READ.. I HAVE HAD SH*TS MORE EXCITING THAN THIS STORY AND THAT YOUR JUST SOME WANNA-BE WRITER... now if i said that i would accept that my manners would need to be better.. but i didnt say that .. but i did now ... F*ck you! you've made yourself a public enemy... you will be sorry asshole

[gavinz]

Originally Posted by daremaster118

i need to learn better manners??? i could of easily said what i think ... I COULD OF SAID THIS IS THE WORST F***ING STORY I HAVE EVER READ.. I HAVE HAD SH*TS MORE EXCITING THAN THIS STORY AND THAT YOUR JUST SOME WANNA-BE WRITER... now if i said that i would accept that my manners would need to be better.. but i didnt say that .. but i did now ... F*ck you! you've made yourself a public enemy... you will be sorry asshole

Oh be quiet. Nobody's forcing you to read the story. In fact, it would be better for the rest of us if you didn't, so we could enjoy the story in peace.

Carry on AB.

Gavin

[BettyBoop]

Originally Posted by daremaster118

i need to learn better manners??? i could of easily said what i think ... I COULD OF SAID THIS IS THE WORST F***ING STORY I HAVE EVER READ.. I HAVE HAD SH*TS MORE EXCITING THAN THIS STORY AND THAT YOUR JUST SOME WANNA-BE WRITER... now if i said that i would accept that my manners would need to be better.. but i didnt say that .. but i did now ... F*ck you! you've made yourself a public enemy... you will be sorry asshole

I suggest you grow up before you post again daremaster118.. once your probation is done.
Sorry about this Ancient Brit.

[Ancient Brit]

Originally Posted by BettyBoop

I suggest you grow up before you post again daremaster118.. once your probation is done.
Sorry about this Ancient Brit.

Thank you for taking action so quickly.

Ancient Brit

[Ancient Brit]

Chapter 6

I wasn’t used to cycling long distances and by after an hour I’d found that I had some chafing in the groin area. The solution was to remove shorts and continue just wearing a very brief pair of underpants.

It was sunny the next morning. After cycling to the start of the morning’s walk , I stripped naked, put on lots of sun cream and set off down the muddy farm track which led between orange orchards and olive plantations. I soon came across a farm worker’s car blocking the track with the driver chatting to a mate outside the car. I don’t think they saw me as I squeezed past the car, but they certainly had a good view of my retreating backside. A few minutes later the car drove past and I also had to pass an old man walking down the track towards me.

After this I didn’t see many farm workers, but it was a Saturday and the trail was busy with recreational cyclists. The Via de la Plata is as much a route for cyclists as walkers and I found the cyclists a very friendly lot throughout my naked hike. Virtually all cyclists I met gave me a friendly greeting, but conversations were usually rather limited by the absence of a common language.

The youngsters who overtook me in his landrover and the ladies who were sitting beside the track having their lunch also seemed to be entertained rather than upset by the naked hiker.

I now drove back to pick up my bike, did a couple of dare photos outside a chemical plant specializing in bio-fuels and had an uneventful naked evening hike along the next section of trail.

To be continued

[Mere]

Please keep writing.

[Ancient Brit]

Chapter 7

In the morning I cycled the 10 miles to the bullring at Almaden. I’d been having some soreness in the groin area from the cycling so I decided to minimise the rubbing. Rather than wear shorts I just wore a thong; this was made leopard coloured fabric with a shaft to cover the penis and cloth to cover the balls. Hanging down over these was a very small flap just enough to cover the genitals. The backside was completely uncovered. It wasn’t quite as exposing as you might think because I did wear a T-shirt, but this wasn’t all that long so there was a gap between T-shirt and saddle.

Today’s hiking was along farm tracks which took me past a number of farms. I saw many farm workers at a distance before coming to a farm where the trail passed through the farmyard with the farmer’s wife out in the yard as well as a couple of men in a car and a little further along an old farmer. This is the sort of situation in the past where I would have put shorts on when hiking naked, but I was committed to staying naked whenever I was off tarmac roads, so I carried on through. The occupants of the farmyard had a good look, but appeared more curious than concerned.

Once I had completed this section of trail, I returned to Almaden to collect my bike and decided to use the quiet of the siesta to get some dare photos in the town centre. These included a taking a naked photo using an ATM outside the bank, resting in the shade of an orange tree outside the church and drinking from one of the fountains in the main street. I thought the street was deserted when I did this third dare, but then I noticed that there was a lady in the telephone box only 10m away!

My overnight stop was on a dead-end road just below the A66 motorway. I spent quite a lot of time naked outside the van and did notice a girl waving at me from a passing coach.

to be continued