The weirdest weitsuit-related experience I've had was when I used to windsurf in the Solent. I was out there one day, about 1/2 a mile from the shore, when the desire for a Number Two suddenly took hold of me ... so I surfed over to a buoy, tied up the surfboard, disrobed and hung my arse off the back of it. It was a weird feeling, being complete out in the open, but also knowing that I was so far from land that no-one could see me!