Walking out of the hostel which has been my home for the last few weeks when I can hear a racket coming up Mackenzie Street. Lo and behold 100 naked people in body paint on bicycles go past. My route to the Rooftop Bar to meet Jenny seems to follow theirs and I bear witness to the aftermath. People comparing iPhone photo's, people wondering what it's all for and boys in their late teens chasing them down the street to get a better angle.
What's is it with me and people stripping down this week?
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