At the hotel in Adelboden, we had an interesting experience in the sauna. Since it had a “no swimsuit” policy, we simply went in with our towels like the majority of the other guests. For a while it was just the four of us, until a middle-aged dad and his son decided to come in stark naked, with no hesitation at all. Since the sauna door was transparent, we could see it coming from a mile away. Their swimsuits (more like Speedos, actually) came off almost in mid-stride, and before we knew it they were sitting right across from us – directly in our line of sight, unfortunately.
Once they started talking it became clear that they were Dutch. Assuming they couldn’t speak French, Yvain said something to the effect of “I could never do that with my dad” and we laughed. We weren’t laughing five minutes later, though, when the guy started speaking French and asking about how the skiing was. He wasn’t fluent, but was definitely conversational. We were embarrassed, to say the least.
The whole nude thing wouldn’t have been that bad if it weren’t for the stretching, scratching, itching, etc. that was going on. We did our best to avoid seeing all this, but it’s kind of hard when it’s happening only a few feet away.
Once they started talking it became clear that they were Dutch. Assuming they couldn’t speak French, Yvain said something to the effect of “I could never do that with my dad” and we laughed. We weren’t laughing five minutes later, though, when the guy started speaking French and asking about how the skiing was. He wasn’t fluent, but was definitely conversational. We were embarrassed, to say the least.
The whole nude thing wouldn’t have been that bad if it weren’t for the stretching, scratching, itching, etc. that was going on. We did our best to avoid seeing all this, but it’s kind of hard when it’s happening only a few feet away.
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