Samstag... 38 Grad im Schatten, eben frisch gemessen. Ich schmelze langsam aber sicher vor mich hin, fungiere nur noch als Umwandlungsgerät für gekühlte Flüssigkeiten: Eiswasser rein, Schweiß raus. Vorteil: im Baggersee ist sicher kein Pipi - wer kann bei der Hitze schon noch Getränke in Urin umwandeln, so weit kommt das eh nicht.
Ich habe einen nice place to get hold of a dense Bsuch, an umbrella stretched and just thinking if I the lobster-red older gentleman who bruzzelt for hours in the sun does not should invite under my umbrella. When he has actually moved the last time? hmmmm ... I take a closer look - ah, at least he's still breathing, seems to sleep ...
few minutes have passed when he turns around grunting. My question, if he does not want to in the shadows, he answered with a shocked "What I will not even brown" - Okay ... Furthermore, I think probably not to continue and watschle instead carefully over the sharp stones on the water.
Aaaahhh ... cool ... doing well until about Belly huaaaaah * * But what has to be that way. I hold my breath and walrus-like throw myself into the waves. Probably the first time that this has small tidal lake ;-) The fact that I'm not fat is probably still not got quite to my mind, because I am still looking for permanent, if no one sees me and yes, up until I have gone to his neck in the water ...
my circulation seems to have weathered the unexpected cold shower - my heart rate shoots up short, I happily paddle in the lake. Something touches me on the foot .... hmmm ... certainly a small fish - emphasis on small ...
times I look at my things - wants home afterwards without clothes have to - and see how can two guys on my towel down. Is about time that I walk out of the water ...
I paddle back to shore so and try to be as elegant as possible to get up, which in view of the sloshing water, my sensitive feet and the smooth stones is not so simple. More or less gracefully, I trudge out of the water on my clothes and look grumpy about the boys. "Hey - that's probably my towel on which your rumhockt because" I go Motz. Fortunately, the two in an age where they are from "older ladies" can say what. They whisper briefly look pretty blatantly on the breasts, then down along the chassis, giggle and warp, with a strong red in the face.
If I already have become so attractive that pimply youths giggle shyly and blushing?
A bit proud sloshes up in me. I sit back on my bath towels - of course not without first wrap a towel around my waist ... better safe than sorry ;-) ;-) ;-)
