Naked In The Azov Sea -

Take off your suit. Walk into the shallows.

Then I dropped.

I lay back, floating on the surface. The high salinity—three times less salty than the Mediterranean, but salty enough to hold you—cradled my lower back. For the first time in months, my spine felt no gravity. naked in the azov sea

The Salt and the Silence: Finding Freedom Naked in the Sea of Azov Take off your suit

Yesterday, I decided to go swimming the way nature intended. I lay back, floating on the surface

On a crowded beach, modesty is a reflex. But here, on the wild eastern shore, where the sand stretches for kilometers without a single sunbed or vendor selling corn, the rules feel different. There were no yachts, no jet skis. Just the distant speck of a fisherman casting for mullet and the lazy tilt of a seagull.