The local pool in Breckenridge isn’t like anything in Australia.
For starters, it is negative a lot of degrees outside, so the pool is indoors. Then, the pool isn’t a real length…. it isn’t the 50m pool I’m used to, it isn’t even 25m, it is 22.something meters.
I’m told it is 72 lengths to 1 mile.
That is stupid.
Why not make it 75? Would be easier to count.
And the pool is at 8,750 feet above sea level. that is 698m above Australia’s highest mountain. or 31 and a half lengths, of their pool.
That isn’t where the oddities end……
At my pool in Australia, I don’t usually use the change rooms. I just wear our speedos under my shorts or jeans. So I drop them and go swimming. Being in Colorado you have to use a change room… it is bloody cold outside.
In Aussie, when I go to the pool, most folks are swimming for training or exercise. In Colorado, the pool is more of a cheap fun park for families and kids.
I get it, and there are lessons and high school squad training and then adult masters training going on. A quiet day at the Breckenridge pool, is like every day at an Australian pool…. combined. I’m not a fan of the crowds, but I love that people are using a beautiful indoor facility. Kids learning to swim, people trying to loose weight and athletes training for events. It is fantastic.
In Aussie, for most of those things I just listed, we go to the beach. It is cheaper…. maybe we are just tight arses?
While I’m on a roll, I’d like to point out more differences.
My experience of Aussie change rooms (which I don’t usual use), are an in and out thing (except when something naughty happens – click here to find out about my naughty change room experiences).
In America, it seems like a slower process. Strip down, walk around, take a leak, weigh yourself, arrange your clothing in alphabetical order. All while being naked.
What?
Yes, never seen more bare bums in my life (I run porn sites) than in an American change room at the local pool.
Nothing sexual, just weird. And not something I grew up with.
I get changed, maybe under the towel and get it done. These American fellas were walking around strutting and chatting.
So, in Breckenridge, after seeing more than a barbie load of American sausage, I was down to my speedos and went to the pool, with my swimming goggles.
One would have though I had committed a crime.
Walking out of the change rooms, the weird pool version of elevator music stopped. The lifeguards…. the pool isn’t deep enough for lifeguards, let alone 4 of them, stopped mid step, mothers nearly (I’ve be overstating it if they really did) covered their children eyes.
The Aussie is going to swim 2kms, I can’t figure it out so I’m going to swim 108 lengths which is 1.5 miles – which is more than 2kms which would usually take me 40 minutes, but being at altitude might take me 55 minutes. I’m there to swim, swim for a long time, and do it properly.
I’m not going to swim 108 lengths in a pair of baggy board shorts…. what else am I supposed to wear?
And, I just saw 20 penises in the change rooms. Right now, I feel like I’m holding the modesty card.
After my 108 laps I feel like a sauna…. peer pressure makes me go back into the morass of cocks that is the American change room and put some dork shorts on so I am not the weirdo wearing a speedo.
I don’t get it, it is weird and this is why I spend all the time and treasure on this blog promoting speedos and why it is just normal.
That journey across the pacific is a big one…. 38hrs from door to door!!!
But it is better than swimming, and it was totally worth it. Just one long tough day.
I was hoping to wake up, walk out the door and go for a swim, then a surf with the boys but it is a grey rainy old day here in Australia. Grrrr.
While writing this blog post I just received a message from one of the guys cancelling this mornings surfing session.
I have a dinner invitation tonight but otherwise looks like a day inside looking at the laptop. I can’t really hang out in speedos as much as I did at Kip’s place because since everyone knows I’m home (and being a Saturday) there are pretty good odds of random people just dropping by. That is nice too I suppose.
Might have to do some ‘research’ for the new ‘Movie of the Week‘…..
Of course…. if you are a member, you are now looking at a gallery of me jerking off in my speedos. Not a member? Why not? It is $5. Click here to join now and you can check out my speedo selfies.
In Aussie I live in a pretty small town, it is only 90 minutes to Sydney but it isn’t that big of a place.
When I was just in Breckenridge, that is a pretty small town as well and I suppose since being an adult, I’ve always lived in relatively small towns.
So hooking up, isn’t the same as it is in a big city.
But now I’m in Vegas and I’m like a kid in a candy store!!!
I got in about 3pm to the hotel, I’m staying at Paris. For some reason it is cheaper than every where else. I had the cab driver swing by a liquor store and I grabbed a bottle of Jameson’s and a couple of cigars. I had some work to do (I reply to member emails religiously, that is part of the benefits of being a member is that we get to chat). So I stripped down to my new AussieBum speedos, pulled up a chair, poured myself a scotch and did an hours work.
Then it was time to hit the pool. I poured a nice strong scotch into my coffee mug, threw on a shirt, shorts, tennis shoes and I headed out.
The pool at Paris is beautiful. Apart from the price being cheap, it is why I love staying there.
Not a whole lot of people around and of course nobody else in a speedo.
I slipped in and since there wasn’t much happening, I turned on Grindr (for those who don’t know, it is an online gay mobile hookup app). My profile is kinda funny and it is this photo…..
This is why I love it when I visit big cities….. lots of guys DTF (down to fuck)!!!
Just as I turned Grindr on, I got a call from a mate of mine in the US and we chatting for 10 minutes or so. When I hung up, I had 25 messages on Grindr.
23 of those messages were “Hey” from guys with no profile photo or no information about themselves. I deleted those 23 messages and the one that was most interesting was from a couple, they had nothing on their profile but their message had photos of them on the beach, wearing speedos.
That was interesting, I asked them for more details. Since they had all of mine.
Early 30’s, Aussie guys from Melbourne, just been skiing in Lake Tahoe. Would love to add a third. What’s done in Vegas…..
My next question was, your place or mine? The app said they were 800 feet (might have been yards) from my location. I told them I was at the pool at Paris.
They replied saying they were at Planet Hollywood and guessed that I was the guy wearing a black and white speedo. They could see me from their hotel room.
I asked them if they wanted to join me at the pool but they said they had a dinner reservation so were looking more for a ‘right now’ thing. A little bit of back and forward and it was agreed, my hotel room in 20 minutes.
Perfect timing, I had just finished my scotch.
I went back up to my hotel room, I had a shower, a shave (shaved everywhere), put on my red Resqme Speedos (the ones the Aussie Senator gave me – click here to read about that experience) and I was just finishing up when there was a knock at the door…..
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