Every time I really start to plan a trip, there seems to be two phases. The first always seems to have been about 15-16 months out from the end date when you first decide on roughly where you want to go and when. Then there is the phase I’m just entering. About ten months from now, if all goes according to plan, I’ll be jumping on a very long flight to Reykjavik, Iceland for the first of three nations I plan on visiting.

This weekend I’m catching up with a friend who is probably going to join me in Iceland to talk about what we want to do and vague logistics. Then in the afternoon I’m catching up with a very good friend who is going to join me in Greece. We just need to decide if we are going to sail with the same people I sailed with in Croatia last year or do our own thing. I’m inclined to do the sailing trip. It’s a nude trip and sailing seems to make sense in Greece.

There is a bit in between where I will take myself to Germany, probably Cologne and Berlin, to soak up the friendliness and nakedness of Germany.

This is the really fun phase because it all feels like it’s really happening. Once I’ve discussed all the details with friends, I’ll lock in holiday leave. Four weeks in one go is a lot to ask of my boss but I think he’ll understand. It makes sense to take that much time if I’m going all that way and I have lots of holidays owing already, let alone in nearly a year’s time.

The photos above are from my naked adventures in (left to right) Croatia, Spain and Denmark last year.