Hungary is really nice towards his students. 50% reduction for taking the bus and train, 10% less in special "restaurants" aaaaaand: swimming in the evenings for free.
As soon as I found out about this last thing, I immediately went swimming to the "sportuszoda" in our neighbourhood.
After two minutes of walking I arrived there - and saw the queue.
Come on, Kristin, you go inside and wait and then you swim!
Exceptionally I listened to myself and queued. The waterballplayers passed. Male. Some with bathrobe, most of them just in their tiny tight trunks. Uiui, the waiting already payed off without even smelling the water! Finally the queue set in motion. And then everything happened really fast. Moving, showing the students' ID, entering the womens' changing room, asking the womens' changing room woman for a key to lock the closet, changing, locking the clothes, marching towards the pool, and ending up in a tent - an open air pool in winter, with the duty to wear bathing caps.
Thanks to this I could admire a lot of guys in giant flittering shorts wearing bathing cups.
And thanks to my amblyopia I put my glasses close to the pool, went directly inside, tried to remember the place of my stuff and started swimming. Yeah. Great. More and more people did the same as me.
While I was doing laps I had time to let my mind wander. This is why I love swimming!
But my mind has his own mind.
After some time I noticed that it's really easy to observe someone's body while you're swimming behind him/her. Nobody gets suspicious, because you're just doing your laps.
Breastswimmer in front of you? Then you have enough time to check his/her derrière, his/her legs, his/her back, maybe her breast,...
And this is it. This is why men like to go swimming. Just a problem: what to do when there appears a full-figured person with pink bathing cap?
