I told u about the route march,but where I stay in this coastal town,there is a spread of beach fenced in,and is part of an arms and amunition company of the SA defence force,seperated from town by another section of beach which is a bird sanctuary.I love slipping through the fence,strip naked and stroll down the beach.So one day I just happen to stumble onto this arms and,amunitions factory,which I never knew existed then.It happened because I was curious of what was behind this private fence,and that's how I discovered the sanctuary and factory.Any way...so I breeched the factory boundry,and scouted the whole factory grounds...stark naked and a Sunday afternoon...without incidence.I thought it was delappedated...A few weeks later,I went scouting the factory grounds for water,again stark naked after my naked beach stroll.However,this time I entered from a different side than my previous time...well,I hardly entered the place, when almost all the security police surrounded me and aprehended me.I was dumped in a security vechile,and taken to the main office complex where I was almost arrested...but being naked,they saw I posed no threat,and finding out that I only wanted a drink of water,they offered me ice cold water...there I was,in the interregation room,stark naked,in the HQ...surrounded by police and staff...they were ...to say the least...most uneasy with my nakednesss,and I had nothing,absolutely nothing to wear....Well,I had my fill of water,and then they phoned the normal police to escort me off the premisses...There I was...between cops...naked and barefoot...a tresspasser...but here was another twist....the cops brought me to the place where I had hidden my clothes on the beach,and cautioned me...but their 4 by 4 got Stuck in the beach sand,and in the end...me being still naked,helped them dig out and stabelize the tyre friction,so in the end...I the naked trespasser....actually then became.....the naked rescuer and hero....the police let me go without a bother.I gues they were only to relieved and greatfull to be out of the stifling summer sun and heat dressed in their uniforms,boots and armor...guns and batons.......wheras I was naked and barefoot.I later got dressed,and made my way home,where on my way home,I actually found them at an ice cream parlour ,and we chatted leisurely...and the topic...?Me and my being nude....naturally.They were clearly intrigued by me as a nudist,and I had to relay the expereience over and over to their delight...they sad that the factory people were totally facinated by me...I always seem to land up somewhere in a nude predicament.That's why I always hide my clothes or any form of garment,so in the event of me being caught,I truly am naked...without a hope of avoiding the nude confrontation...so I ha e to grit being naked...and see the situation through...it helps one to act normal...and accept and appreciate oneself as a nudist.

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