, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the beach before driving back to Brisbane and our flight to Sydney.
Nevertheless, we hadnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon and the Hastings Street area being closed down for this occasion. The agent we had reserved through was right in the centre of this region and we ended up parking farther away than our flat had been from the representative. This was our first barrier soon followed by attempting to find somewhere for breakfast, which ultimately proved too challenging and we headed over to Sunshine Beach to grab several baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Speaking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also found that access 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, simply just more than 1km but had none of the spectacular scenery of the Noosa side. Anyway by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the beach and started looking for a space to settle for the day. To the right and south end of the shore there was already a group starting to form but it seemed to be mostly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we had camped the last day.
The site was easily located as the branch Shani had stuck in the sand the previous day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were fast 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 halting when all she had on was the most miniature lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was going to take that off, and she clarified that she might get nude after in the day, if her confidence came again.
We placed 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 shore. Shani slipped out of the thong and into her bikini bottoms, as well as 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, shortly Shani removed her bottoms and tied them around her ponytail.
When we turned to return to land there was a line of five guys just standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. None of these guys had been there when we had entered the water and we would 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 guys to proceed before making the water. After a few minutes this hadn’t occurred so Angela used her normal diplomatic fashion and hollered at them, Would http://kazyz.com #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and also 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 nude 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 conversation readily followed.
It appears she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he’d proposed Noosa for the surfing and really enjoyed surfing in the very light bunches at Alexandria Bay. She’d found the area suitably isolated that she had started sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had determined that nude was wonderful.
We inquired if the boyfriend (I dont recall his name, but I think it was Nick, http://videonudism.com/voyeur/jung-frei-nudist.php or Mick) had had a problem with her being nude. Sarah went on to clarify that he had an issue with anyone looking at her and he considered she was getting naked to upset him. Seemingly Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she had walked in by herself expecting to locate some female company and they’d meet up much later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it was clear that possessiveness was a real dilemma between them. Anyhow the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we had a couple swims, the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained imperceptible. The four of us remained naked for the remainder of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the shore together, and took a few photos of the beach valuing naturist photograph etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not studying and really doesnt know what exactly is happening with her life, except a vague strategy of marrying Nick, Rick, Mick when he completes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. It’s a life plan I struggle to understand.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of travel (the one after consistently carry a towel) constantly wear fresh knickers we all had the novel experience of getting dressed into proper underwear, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she meant following the nude thing when she got home and she said she would, but I guess it’s merely a holiday thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom merely at the top and her thong was rubbing and giving her hell, so in the Qantas Club she went into the toilets and removed the offending thing and flew home commando.