Back in the 70's my wife was part of a university team studying Mayan culture, they had a trip to Yucatan sponsored by the Mexican gov't and the university to explore some ruins. They needed more men to go to do all the grunt work, I had some vacation time, so I volunteered.
To say it was difficult and primitive is an understatement, the days were hot and the work dirty, at night the mosquitos were so thick you better be sheltered for several hours after dusk. There were several tents, since we were married, we got our own tent, but most off time was spent in a communal tent socializing and drinking vast quantities of Montejo cerveza, which was actually cheaper than bottled water.
They had erected a shower tent, it was open most of the time for communal showering, or if you like, there was men only an hour and women only for an hour later at night. If I remember, there were 6 women and 5 or six guys, but people came and went from the dig.
The two crews would get back from the dig in the afternoon, no one in their right mind was going to wait a few hours for a shower, my wife, who wasn't especially modest, was stripping off as soon as the jeeps stopped so she could be first in the shower, I was embarrassed, not for the nudity, but from my erections, so I would try to face to side of the tent. No way I could see attractive young women nude, without getting a boner. I got a few smiles from some females, but by about the 4th day of our 10 day planned stay did I get used to the nudity. My wife didn't mind showing off her body to the guys, this got some fun sex in our tent, out futile attempts at being discreet was met with wagging fingers and smiles the next morning.
Unfortunately, on the 7th day a hurricane was brewing in the Gulf and they closed the project up the next day. I came home with mosquito bite scars, a scar from a bite of a non-venomous snake and some great memories.
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