Clearly no other female in the near vicinity would be sporting what I can only call the “Australian” – as in a full bush.īut even more alarming were the fellas. The women were flaunting elaborately bejewelled vajazzles or a regulation “Hollywood”, which resembles a landing strip for a mosquito. I then undressed as slowly as I could, giving me ample opportunity to take in the view. Choosing a spot as remote as possible from them, I spread out my towel. Does that count?”Īpparently not, because a week later I found myself mingling with 50 or so sunbathers at a nudist resort. “Well, yesterday I ate something a day past its use-by date.
