The Sunday morning dawned bright and early and we had plans to check out of the apartment as soon as possible

Nevertheless, we hadnt 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 had booked through was right in the middle of the area and we ended up parking further away than our flat had been from the representative. This was our first challenge shortly followed by attempting to find someplace for breakfast, which finally proved too difficult 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 discovered that access to Alexandria Bay was potential from Sunshine Beach and was a far 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 remarkable scene of the Noosa side. Anyway by 10:00 am we stepped out onto the shore and started 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 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 division Shani had stuck in the sand the preceding day was still there. As we stripped down Angela and I were fast out of our clothes and settling out on our towels. I asked her if she was really going to take that off, and she clarified that she might get bare after in the day, if her trust came again.
We placed there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was suggested, we looked up and quite a few people had gathered in our vicinity and along the entire shore.
When we turned to return to land there was a line of five guys just standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. Not one of these men had been there when we’d entered the water and we’d have to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank as well as the shore) we waited for these guys to proceed before making the water. After a couple of minutes this had not happened so Angela used her usual diplomatic fashion and hollered at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect and also the guys 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 quiet.
It was the girl from yesterday, who had been nude but her boyfriend had stayed dressed. We didnt have a problem with that and dialog easily followed.
It seems she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he had proposed Noosa for the surfing and really enjoyed surfing in the very light crowds at Alexandria Bay. She’d found the location suitably isolated that she had began sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had determined 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 naked. Sarah went on to clarify that he had an issue with anyone looking at her and he believed she was getting nude to disturb him. Apparently Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she had walked in by herself expecting to find some female company and they’d meet up much later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it absolutely was obvious that possessiveness proved to be a real issue between them. Anyway http://x-pot.com glided on and we watched people come and go, we had 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 beach together, and shot a couple of pictures of the shore valuing naturist photo etiquette. Sarah is 19 and jobless and not examining and really doesnt know what’s happening with her life, except a vague strategy of wedding Nick, Rick, Mick when he finishes his apprenticeship and moving to Queensland. This is a life plan I fight to comprehend.
At three we packed up to head home. As we were flying and we remembered the second rule of travel (the one after always carry a towel) consistently wear fresh underwear we all had the novel experience of being dressed into suitable underwear, on a seashore surrounded by twenty or thirty individuals. I asked Sarah if she intended following the naked thing when she got home and she said she would, but I guess it is just a holiday thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom only at the top and her thong was rubbing and giving her hell, so in the Qantas Club she went into the bathrooms and removed the offending item and flew house commando.

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