, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the beach before driving back to Brisbane as well as our flight to Sydney.
Nevertheless, we hadnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon along with the Hastings Street place being closed down for this occasion. http://teenasses.net had booked through was right in the centre of this region and we ended up parking farther away than our apartment had been from the agent. This was our first barrier shortly followed by attempting to find someplace for breakfast, which ultimately proved too difficult and we headed around to Sunshine Beach to snatch a couple of baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Speaking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also found that accessibility to Alexandria Bay was possible from Sunshine Beach and was a much shorter walk than from the Noosa side of the National Park. So we quickly headed off and found a parking space from this side of the park.
The walk in was shorter, only just more than 1km but had none of the dramatic scene of the Noosa side. Anyway by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the shore and began looking for a space to settle for the day. To the right and south end of the beach there was already a group beginning to form but it appeared to be mostly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we’d camped the last day.
The site was easily located as the division Shani had stuck in the sand the previous day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were immediately out of our clothes and settling out on our towels. Shani was still fully clothed and shuffling about in her backpack she then pulled out her bikini and draped it over the branch, then the towel was carefully laid out, she sat down and started to disrobe stopping when all she had on was the tiniest lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was going to take that away, and she explained that she might get nude after in the day, if her trust arrived again.
We laid there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was suggested, we looked up and quite a number of folks had assembled in our area and along the whole beach. Shani slipped out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, along with the three of us headed off into the water, Angela and I both naked. When we got out onto the sandbank the water was about waist deep and we stood there and crashed against the waves as they rolled in, soon Shani removed her bottoms and tied them around her ponytail.
When we turned to return to shore there was a line of five guys just standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. None of these men had been there when we’d entered the water and we’d need to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank along with the beach) we waited for these men to proceed before making the water. After a few minutes this hadn’t happened so Angela used her customary diplomatic fashion and cried at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and the guys scattered, enabling us to walk straight up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We had been settled for some time when a female voice interrupted our quiet.
It was the girl from yesterday, who had been naked but her boyfriend had stayed dressed. She introduced herself as Sarah, from Melbourne and was asking could she sit with us. We didnt have an issue with that and dialogue readily followed.
It seems she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he had suggested Noosa for the surfing and actually liked surfing in the very light bunches at Alexandria Bay.
She had found the spot suitably isolated that she had began sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had decided that nude was wonderful.
We asked if the boyfriend (I dont recall his name, but I believe it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had a problem with her being bare. Sarah went on to explain that he had an issue with anyone looking at her and he considered she was getting nude to disturb him. Apparently Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she’d walked in by herself hoping to find some female company and they would meet up much later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it absolutely was clear that possessiveness was a real dilemma between them. Anyway the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we’d a couple swims, the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained invisible. The four of us stayed naked for the rest of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the shore together, and took a couple of pictures of the beach valuing naturist photo etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not examining and really doesnt know what exactly is happening with her life, except a vague plan of marrying Nick, Rick, Mick when he finishes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. This is a life plan I struggle to comprehend.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of journey (the one after constantly carry a towel) consistently wear fresh knickers we all had the novel experience of being dressed into appropriate panties, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty people. I asked Sarah if she thought following the bare thing when she got home and she said she would, but I suppose it is merely a holiday thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom just at the top and her thong was rubbing and giving her hell, so in the Qantas Club she went in the bathrooms and removed the offending thing and flew home commando.