I've been bare in my Westy, but no bears...

In Summer of 1976, my ex and I were traveling through what was then
Yugoslavia in our '71 VW van that I had converted into a camper.  It wasn't
even a Westy, so this is definately off topic.  It was late and we were not
finding any vacancies in the campgrounds.  We came to this beautiful one on
the coast and thought great! what a place to stay.  We paid and drove in
looking for a site, there were not numbered sites, it was first come first
serve.  Well, there were no spaces left.  All sites were full.  We drove
around a second time looking again and came to a gate in a tall stone wall
with the letters painted on the side "FKK" I think that was it.  We took a
chance and drove through the gate and there were spaces all over, some
right on the water.  Then I noticed a nude woman walking along the road,
then another and a whole family, nude walking around the campsite.  Seems
like "FKK" is the German abrieviation for Nudist Camp!  Well, what's a guy
to do?  we took off our clothes and stayed for several days.  Most
refreshing, to say the least.  My only problem was standing in line for the
outdoor shower, nothing to hide you see, and watching, having to watch, I
really didn't want to, some very lovely young women lather up...