For me it was an onsen in Japan. I was invited by a friend to visit an onsen where, I was at first bewildered, worried, frightened, terrified, fascinated, and bowled over by so much nudity. It was an experience that has stayed with me through the years and one which I value immensely. I recall the openess of the Japanese people but, also their good manners. The way they handle a small towel is amazing, whilst I made a complete idiot of myself and inevitably dropped the damned thing revealing to all and sundry my terror. How small we seem in the face of terror  :angel: Then, garnering courage and adopting a very British stance, with head held high and stiff upper lip I sallied forth and bowed left and right to which my new Japanese friends applauded my aplomb! I was a hit! That was until I missed the last step into the pool and landed head first in the water. Ah well, my aplomb battered, I joined with my new friends - for friends they had become - and sat safely in one place on the pool side chatting to a lady and a gentleman with whom, I have stayed friends for so many years.