I'm sure I've mentioned this before but as it involves naked women we might as well give it another whirl.  From me memoirs......

"I think we spent three days in San Francisco, I got emotional about the Golden Gate Bridge, the most beautiful and wonderfully sited bridge I have ever seen before or since. We went to Marin County and looked at how the west coast rich lived. Susi introduced me to ‘The Serial’ and I started to say things like “Could you relate to a coffee?” We went in the best ribbon shop I have ever seen, the colours were fantastic. I remember there was a large crane with a bucket dredging the marina and that made my day! Back in San Francisco we walked the Embarcadero, looked at Fisherman’s Wharf and had a drink in the Buena Vista bar. I was to meet a lady called Evelyn later, one of the highest paid psychiatrists in California and she told me she started her career as a whore in the Buena Vista! I suppose this would be a useful experience if you were going to become a therapist! We went shopping in a very up-market centre with an Italian name but I forget it, I remember that on the way out I found some money and had terrible qualms of conscience. I regret to say I quelled them and we spent it on dinner!

There were so many new sights that I was on information overload most of the time. Where else would you see a juke box with a man inside, when you put money in he sang the tune. There was a man with his head in a green plastic whistle, don’t ask me what for. There were people imitating statues, they were completely motionless for long periods and when they did move they were like automatons. I saw men walking hand in hand, I was seeing gays being absolutely open about their preferences for the first time. I remember getting into a conversation with one bloke and I asked him why the term ‘gay’? He said it was an acronym for ‘Good As You’, I don’t know whether that’s true but it made sense to me. We went to look at Coit tower and I speculated that it was a huge phallic joke. We walked round looking at the wonderful colour schemes on the ornate fronts of the wooden houses, it seemed to me that there was a competition to see who could use the most colours. To cap it all, on the Sunday morning as we left the city we met a house being moved on a low loader from one site to another. Moving house in San Francisco means exactly what it says!

We drove the 400 miles home to Whittier, had a shower, changed and drove 50 miles out to Evelyn’s house which stood on a ridge overlooking a valley on one side and on the other we could see out over Hollywood and later watched the fireworks at Universal City. Now I want you to imagine the scene, this poor northern lad has been bombarded with new sights, sounds and sensations for about a week. I was in good nick but I was ready for a quiet evening. When we went in the apartment there was the biggest bed I have ever seen in my life and what’s more it was round! Another first, I’d never seen a round bed. I threw my camera bag on it and for a moment thought my eyes had gone funny, then I realised that not only was it round, it was a water bed! I turned to Evelyn and asked her what it was like. “Comfortable, but no traction!” was the verdict.

At this moment somebody suggested we should have a swim. I was about to make some comment about the fact that it was a shame I hadn’t brought my bathing drawers with me when somebody shouted “Oh goody, skinny dipping!” I remember thinking to myself that if anyone thought I was going to take off all my clothes in front of a bunch of strangers, forget it! Five minutes later I was in the pool and still can’t believe that I found the courage to do it. There was a jacuzzi where the temperature was about 110 degrees and the pool would be about 75, the same as the ambient temperature. There was wine in abundance and plastic glasses for safety and food laid about all over. We watched the fireworks and later I remember Susi and I were relaxing in a corner of the pool and Evelyn swam over, “How’s it going Stanley?” I told her “Things could be worse!” "

This was a lad who had only strayed abroad for National Service and knew nothing!  I think it comes under the aegis of the topic.  Any other strange/exotic/unexpected experiences?