I believe this happened in August of 1976. 
Here are the events as I remember them.

Ray Roy and I were positioning to Malaga
to take a flight to New York. 

Moore was with us as Flight Engineer. 
It was one of those kind of trips. 
We had ferried a flight into Tenerife, 
and then commercialed to London, expecting 
to fly out of London. On the second morning 
in London, they called to advise us that we 
were to position to Malaga that afternoon. 
We were staying in Gatwick and would have 
to limo to Heathrow, and fly to Malaga on 
Iberian Airlines. 



We arrived late afternoon and got a taxi to 
the hotel. After checking in, we were walking 
towards our rooms when Ray grabbed me and started 
dragging me towards the pool. 

Protest as I might, I realized he was serious 
so I dropped my bags, I had one hand free so I 
took my watch off and threw it on the grass along 
with my wallet, and dropped my jacket. 



Into the pool I went. I managed to swim to the 
ladder and climbed out, with much laughter from 
the folks sitting around the pool. 

I picked up my things, and Ray invited me to 
come to his room for a drink.

I put my bags and jacket in the room, 
took my tie off, and went to Ray's room. 
We had a quick drink and Ray told me we 
were invited to the stewardess´s room 
for a drink, the cabin crew had 
commercialed in previously. 

After socializing and a drink, it was time 
for dinner. 

 

It was hot and humid and my wet shirt was 
sticking to me, so I left it in the FA's 
room. We walked down the beach to find a 
restaurant. 

Finally I took off my undershirt as it was 
wet as well. One of the girls put it in her 
hand bag. After dinner, back to the hotel 
and bed.

 

At show time the next morning we were meeting 
in the lobby, when I saw 2 girls
in ONA FA's uniforms, sitting demurely in 
the lobby.  

When our girls began to show up, I said to 
one of them,
"Who are those girls". 
"Oh, she said, they are a couple of new girls 
on a "Fam" flight with us". 

As the rest of the crew showed up, one girl 
said, "Brick, here is your shirt".

Another girl came into the lobby and said, 

"Brick, here is your undershirt".

I often wonder what those new girls thought about  
crew behaviouron layovers!


Greetings from Brick