My husband is a biology professor and we spent eighteen months on a remote island in the Caribbean. We lived in a wooden one room shack in the interior, no running water, no electricity except for when we ran the solar generator and that was mainly for him to use the sat phone and send data.

After a month or so I gave up on trying to wash clothes on a wash rack in a bucket by the river and he would spend his time in his boxers and I went around n***. we bathed in the river about once a week, but I just was not going to wear dirty clothes or have to try to wash the stuff on a wash board.

No one knows that I went around naked on the uninhabited island. I think if people knew they would think I was crazy. Its strange but I now find the whole clothing and shaving routine so constricting. I told my husband that I want to go back to our island so that I can be myself again.