Naked European Walking Tour Mandlberg – Saturday

Karla sat in the passenger seat next to the naked driver, Stuart directly behind her hemmed in with suitcases, Polly the Collie squashed in the boot beside my boxed kit. The little car trundled down the B15 from Munich towards Salzburg in the beckoning sun of early July 2013. The motorway ground to a standstill with all the holiday traffic, as we waited, patiently, to proceed into Austria. The road wound it’s way into the Tauern region, we passed Radstadt and headed along a winding road up the hillside to the tiny hamlet of Mandlberg where we had rented a farmhouse for the week.

It was a big place, ideally situated, slightly apart from the other houses, and with a green square for the garden table and BBQ out back overlooking the valley. The big house slowly filled, as the day wore on, with naked hikers from every which place. Gianni and Mira arrived, and Maria, from Genova. Pascal and Clarisse from Strasbourg. Bruno Saurez and Frederic from Marseilles. Maarten from Amsterdam. Augustus from Rugby, Bernard Gibert from Paris. Andreas from Thuringen and Mathias from Hanover. Last but not least was Roberto di Mattei, who I very nearly forgot to pick up from the train station.

We made ourselves comfortable, in the twin and more bedrooms, on a first-come first-serve basis. Paul from Manchester and working for CERN in Geneva, was doubly unfortunate in that he had to firstly share a room with me and put up with my snoring, and secondly that he was forced to twin next to the lovely Spanish Conxita, a film-maker from Edinburgh. We promised not to tell his wife, Marion, too soon 😉