My trip to the Red Sea nudist beach

This summer I decided to go to Egypt. I understand that it is dangerous to fly there, but what can I do – I was attracted by photos of nudists swimming on Cleopatra Beach. I flew through Belarus to Hurghada, using the services of Belavia. Now a vacation in Egypt costs a penny – tourists are afraid to visit this country. I rented a room in a decent four-star hotel, and it didn't hit my wallet at all. The Coral Beach Hotel was half empty, so they were wildly happy at the reception.



I wasn't a nudist before – I joined the movement a couple of years ago. So I can't boast of knowing the places where naked nudists gather. It turned out that Cleopatra Beach is the only place on the Red Sea where you can merge with nature, throwing off everything superfluous. There were not many nudists on the beach, but I do not consider myself a fan of crowded beaches.

I will say one thing – I did not observe any terrorists in the vicinity of the hotel. Except that-sexual. A pervert was wandering along the beach with a camera, taking pictures of naked girls. Twenty minutes later, muscular Egyptians got up from their sun beds and kicked this guy out of the recreation area. As it was, I liked everything. The sea, the sun, cheap alcohol. Affordable entertainment. I'll fly again next summer.