Nevertheless, we’dnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon as well as the Hastings Street area being closed down for this occasion. The agent we’d reserved through was right at the center of this area and we ended up parking further away than our flat had been from the representative. This was our first obstacle shortly followed by attempting to find someplace for breakfast, which finally proved too hard and we headed over to Sunshine Beach to snatch a few baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Talking 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, simply just more than 1km but had none of the spectacular scene of the Noosa side. Anyway by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the beach 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 starting to form but it seemed to be mainly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we had camped the last day.
The site was easily found as the branch Shani had stuck in the sand the preceding day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were immediately out of our clothes and settling out on our towels. I asked asses in public sex on the beach if she was really going to take that away, and she clarified that she might get naked later in the day, if her confidence arrived again.
We set there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was suggested, we looked up and quite several people had assembled in our vicinity and along the entire shore. 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 shore there was a line of five men just standing on young family nudism watching us frolic. Not one 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 and the shore) we waited for these guys to move on before making the water. After a few minutes this had not occurred so Angela used her customary diplomatic style and cried at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect as well as the men scattered, enabling us to walk directly up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We had been settled for a while when a female voice interrupted our silence.
It was the girl from yesterday, who’d been naked but her boyfriend had stayed dressed. We didnt have a problem with that and dialogue readily followed.
It appears she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he’d proposed Noosa for the surfing and really liked surfing in the very light bunches at Alexandria Bay. She’d found the spot suitably isolated that she’d started sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had decided that nude was fine.
We inquired in case the boyfriend (I dont recall his name, but I think it was Nick, Rick or Mick) had had an issue with her being nude. Sarah went on to clarify that he had a problem with anyone looking at her and he believed she was getting naked to upset him. Seemingly Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she’d 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 absolutely was apparent that possessiveness was a real problem between them. The four of us stayed naked for the remaining portion of the day and Sarah and I walked the length of the shore together, and took a couple of pictures of the shore respecting naturist photograph etiquette. Sarah is 19 and unemployed and not studying and really doesnt understand what’s happening with her life, except a vague strategy of wedding Nick, Rick, Mick when he completes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. It is a life strategy I struggle to understand.
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) always wear fresh knickers we all had the novel experience of getting dressed into suitable underwear, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty people. I asked Sarah if she meant following the bare thing when she got home and she said she would, but I suspect it is merely a vacation thing for her.