Naturist Resort Poland – There was no sign for the Polish nudist resort Sauna Cezar.
Arriving at the gate I waved politely into the camera. When the gate began to roll back I waved again. As I drove towards the house I just noticed the driveway heading down to the right. This as I learned afterwards was the road to the guest house and the trailer. I parked facing the garage. Peter, the guy whom I had spoken to on the phone, came out through the front door. He was a tall Dutchman whose Polish I strained to understand. I asked him if he spoke English. He said it was just as bad as his Polish.
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Peter took me indoors. We passed by a stairway to the right and walked down to the door at the opposite end of the corridor. This resulted in an extended hall set perpendicular to the first. He led me to the right and showed me two locker rooms. Among them had an vertical tanning booth. The other a couch. Peter walked into the room with the couch and pushed back a mirrored panel to reveal a wall of lockers. He opened one up for me. Then he led me in the other direction, past other doorways, turned the corner, showed me the sauna and the frigidarium, headed down a brand new hallway into a spiral stairs which led up to the pool, the jacuzzi and the solarium.
I marveled at everything – particularly the mosaics – sharing my thoughts with Peter as I followed him back downstairs and back through the door that led back to the hallway with the staircase now to the left. Peter went up the staircase and I absentmindedly started following him upward. He stopped, shook his head and pointed back to the door. “You try the sauna, yes?” I recognized I was trespassing into the residential part of the building. I nodded my head and went back down the stairs. This is after all a family business. Family boundaries are to be respected. I listened as Peter began climbing up the stairs calling, “Gosia, Gosia.”
I was left on my own. visited the locker room and began to undress. I was naked when recognized I hadn’t brought a towel. Seeing no towels on display I set my pants on and tried to head back to the auto. I got lost. All the doors seemed the same. One opened up into a massage parlor. Another shown the boiler room. I found a toilet at some point but sadly I didn’t have to use it. I would find yourself searching through the doorways again after with only a dim memory that there was indeed a toilet somewhere in this dungeonous tunnel.
I mentioned it was a shame that there were not any directions posted for people who aren’t familiar with naturist sauna technique. was assured that there were truly instructions posted and was asked how it was possible that I had missed it. I was guided from the sauna and revealed a little framed chain of animations depicting short, round creatures with hairy backs alternately showering and entering the sauna or pool. I laughed. It was not something any American could ever consider to be in the smallest sense insightful. It is a animation. Americans laugh at cartoons. They don’t learn from them.
Americans in Europe, beware the cartoon. It might be the only hint you’re going to get.
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