The Sunday morning dawned bright and early and we had plans to check out of the apartment when possible, catch some breakfast, organise some lunch and head to the beach before driving back to Brisbane and our flight to Sydney.

Nevertheless, we’dnt reckoned on this being the weekend of the Noosa Half Marathon as well as the Hastings Street place being closed down for this event. The agent we’d reserved through was right at the center of this region and we ended up parking further away than our flat had been from the agent. This was our first challenge shortly followed by trying to find somewhere for breakfast, which finally proved too hard and we headed around to Sunshine Beach to grab a few baguettes, fruit and take away coffee.
Speaking to a few surfers while we breakfasted over looking the beach we also discovered that access to Alexandria Bay was possible from Sunshine Beach and was a far shorter walk than from the Noosa side of the National Park. So we promptly 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 dramatic scenery 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 beginning to form but it appeared to be predominantly male and past middle aged so we headed back towards where we’d 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 quickly out of our clothing and settling out on our towels. Shani was still fully clothed and shuffling around 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 began to disrobe stopping when all she had on was the tiniest lace thong Ive ever seen. I asked her if she was really going to take that away, and she clarified that she might get bare later in the day, if her trust arrived again.
We laid there and sunned and chatted for about an hour before a swim was suggested, we looked up and quite a number of people had assembled in our area and along the whole beach. Shani stolen 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 shore there was a line of five men simply standing on the waters edge watching us frolic. Not one of these guys had been there when we’d entered the water and we’d need to walk past them to get back to our towels.
Lying in the gutter (the deep water between the sandbank as well as the beach) we waited for these guys to move on before leaving the water. After a couple of minutes this hadn’t happened so Angela used her customary diplomatic style and yelled at them, Would you #$*%#ing perverts, piss off!
She had an immediate effect as well as the guys scattered, enabling us to walk right up to our towels and settle back to some serious sunbaking. We had been settled for some time when a female voice interrupted our silence.
It was the girl from yesterday, who’d 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 a problem with that and dialogue readily followed.
It appears she and her boyfriend were having a ten day break and he’d suggested for the surfing and really liked surfing in the very light bunches at Alexandria Bay. She had found the location suitably isolated that she had began sunbaking topless and on their fourth day (yesterday) had determined that nude was great.
We asked in case the boyfriend (I dont remember 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 nude to disturb him. Seemingly Nick, Rick, Mick was surfing at Coolum that day and so she had walked in by herself expecting to locate and they would meet up much later in the day.
Sarah didnt say it but it absolutely was clear that possessiveness was a real issue between them. Anyhow the day glided on and we watched people come and go, we had a few swims, the pervs stayed away from us, or at least remained invisible. The four of us remained 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 beach valuing naturist picture etiquette. Sarah is 19 and jobless and not studying and actually doesnt know what exactly is happening with her life, except a vague strategy of marrying Nick, Rick, Mick when he finishes 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) constantly wear fresh panties we all had the novel experience of being dressed into proper underwear, on a beach surrounded by twenty or thirty people. I asked Sarah if she thought following the naked thing when she got home and she said she would, but I suspect it’s only a holiday thing for her.
The trip home was uneventful except that Shani had burnt her bottom just 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 thing and flew home commando.

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