Monday, November 30, 2009

No Tan Lines Around Here...

Without going into all the disgustingly sunny details so as not to upset chilly folks back home, it's been warm here lately. By warm, I mean hot. And by hot I mean, a top of 112 degrees last Sunday. That's about the time when everyone cancels any previous plans and heads directly for the nearest body of water. Wanting to avoid the noisy masses at Bondi, I hopped on a bus headed north, went for a little hike, and arrived at a deliciously uncrowded little cove, as seen below.


It was called, appropriately enough, Lady Bay. Sweating like a pig in a slaughterhouse, I threw my stuff on a rock and went straight into the sea, which was inexplicably glorious. After a few minutes swimming, I noticed that most of my fellow beach-goers were rather pudgy, elderly men. I also noticed people walking the trail above the beach taking indulgent, lingering glances before chuckling and walking off. It was only then that I looked over at the sign post and read the following:



Yes, I was at a "nudie beach", as the kids call it. I was the only young-ish female with swimmers on in a literal sea of middle-aged naked men. And let me tell you, it was actually a very pleasant beach experience. I discoverd everyone tends to space themselves out quite generously when in the nude, which was nice (read: an enormous relief). Not only was it relatively uncrowded, the water was fantastically cold, the surroundings pristine, and apart from the occasional teenage wanker shouting out a petty "Put some bloody clothes on!", it was completely calm and quiet.

I still have no idea why it is called Lady Bay, however.

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