Naked Man Beach

And there we were, a stones throw from naked man beach.

Though the beach directly outside our bungalow looked nice it was a bit rocky until about 6pm when the tide came in so we were told to make our way over the rocky out-cropping a hundred yards away to a lovely, rock-free beach. We did and found a beautiful bay. The only trouble was, right at the close end of the beach there lived a lonesome naked German in a tarpaulin hut. He was sort of a half hermit as he spent most of his time alone but occassionally would chat up other 50-something year old single men. Everyday we had to pass him and his full-body tan. You try not to look but sometimes your eyes wander, you forget about the strangely-fit-for-his-age hut-dwelling Hun and POW! There he is, squatting over some piece of wood or simple machine he has constructed from rocks and crab shells. Guh-huh-huh-huh-huh!

He's probably still there, philosophizing from time to time with one of his speedo-clad countrymen. So if you're interested let me know and I'll give you directions.