The odds of going to the store for a loaf of bread and coming out with a loaf of bread are are three billion to one. Erma Bombeck
At times even cities can throw you a googlie, my recent trip to Munich was such a moment. It all started when I met a rather colorful local man. Frank’s claim to fame seemed to be his three separate arrests whilst protesting at anti nuclear weapons rallies. However, once I dug a little deeper I found that his true ‘reason daitre’ was that he was a nudist.
Now, what does this have to do with Munich, well, rather oddly Munich seems to be a Mecca for nudists. There is a large nudist colony adjacent to the Bavarian seat of power. If Angela Merkel so wished, she could take all her clothes off and let off some steam with Frank and his mates, and still get a full afternoons work done.
Whilst I was in Munich, Frank graciously invited me to an afternoon picnic. What he failed to mention until it was to late was the exact nature of his offer. Whenever I think of Munich I can’t help but think of Frank’s suggestion…“do you want to take your clothes off Leon?”
I politely declined...