Brighton World Naked Bike Ride.

Getting up early, Paul and I set off for Brighton in the hope of finding a Halfords shop so that we could get Paul's bicycle tyre fixed or replaced before we headed on to the world naked bike ride (WNBR).  After going around in circles we found Halfords - the shop had moved.  We offloaded Paul's bicycle and took it inside where one of the bicycle technicians was able to look at it straight away and got the tyre off.  He replaced it instead of repairing it.  Putting the new tyre back on fairly quick but putting the wheel itself, back on, was a bit of a nightmare and the poor chap struggled a bit.  He ended up having to get some help from his colleagues but eventually it was put back on.

We found a parking spot and cycled our way to the start point of the WNBR.  In an enclosed area of a park people were either getting painted or dressing up in 'fancy dress' outfits.  There was a good jovial atmosphere amongst the participants.  Once again we bumped into some people who attended the Amsterdam body painting day and a few who were at last year's naturist walks in Germany.  It was lovely to see them.

The ride itself, around Brighton, went well.  The weather was good and there were no hiccups along the way.  One lady was in a mobility wheelchair and was accompanied by 2 other women who cycled beside her.  Almost everyone who saw the WNBR group cycling through Brighton took in the 'sights' very well, even trying to take selfies of themselves with some participants as and when we stopped during the ride.   

At some stage we all stopped in a park where there was a small take-away kiosk selling, amongst other things, ice cream.  Should we or shouldn't we?  We caved in on the grounds that it was a nice sunny day.  By the time Paul got to the kiosk there was a long queue - it couldn't handle the crowd that had suddenly descended on them.  Paul eventually got us some ice cream - but only just in time for when the bike ride started rolling again.  So Paul and I had ice cream 'on the run'.  It was worth it though - delicious!

After winding its way through Brighton, the ride finished at a naturist beach, Black Rock.  There was a party afterwards but we didn't attend - we wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle for a bit of peace and quiet.  So, donning sarongs, we headed back to the car and then drove back to the campsite.  

All in all it was a great day.

PHOTOGRAPHS

My back is getting sunburnt and I've still got
yesterday's markings on my back from where the
sun tanned the areas around the paint.