When you hear the word nudist, what do you imagine? I imagine older men with a big round barrel belly with a huge santa beard.
We have both been torn between the idea of a nudist beach. Jess is obsessed with the idea of no tan lines but hates the idea of getting her kit off in private let alone in public! I on the other hand love being naked, but that’s in the comfort of my own home.
I’m not sure how it came up, but Jess told me about a nudist beach nearby. I dared her to go. And she agreed. Both being a little unsure, we decided to go early to hopefully get the beach to ourselves.
So we arrived at Swanbourne beach at about 8.30 am. We weren’t really sure what to expect, is the whole beach nudist or is there a section far away?!? We were both a bit unsure if we even wanted to do this anymore! As we walked down the path leading onto the beach, we saw the sign. ‘Clothing Optional Beach, 280m –>’.
Unsure whether to forget our dare and just go the opposite way to the clothed beach or to bare all for the sake of an even tan we stopped to contemplate for a minute. That’s when I thought ‘f**k it, we don’t know anyone here, what’ve we got to lose’. So off we went to the X rated side of the beach.
We don’t call ourselves adventurous for nothing! (LOL).
To our surprise, there was a lot of other likeminded nudists. The beach was pretty busy to our disappointment. It was mostly old men as we had imagined, but also a group of 20 something girls showing off their silicone, bullet like boobs. It was an interesting combination.
We decided to walk towards the other end which was quieter and slightly more hidden. Jess put her towel down, and I think in a way to give herself more time to contemplate what she was about to do started relaying it until it was perfectly rectangular and straight. I on the other hand had to get it over and done with. Next thing I know, I’m butt naked laying down like everything is normal. It didn’t take too long for Jess to follow. Now we just blended in – minus our bright white English bums!
Walking through the nudist section was a woman and her daughter walking their Doberman who typically was called ‘Woody’. With my 14 year old like sense of humour, I found this hilarious. What was even more funny was when the dog started running in between people, sniffing them then moving to the next one. All you could hear was this poor woman calling ‘Woody, come. Woody…’ It was like a scene from a comedy!
More and more people started arriving. Not just old pot-bellied men, but young men in suits, couples, middle aged women. It was bizarre. But weirdly comfortable. It was all so surreal, but at the same time it was the most natural thing, as we forget that clothes hide everything. So maybe without them everyone would feel a lot more confident as then we would never have anything to hide.
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Ben is one half of Ben and Jess’s Adventures. He is a dreamer, constantly coming up with extravagant and unusual ideas of where we should head to next. His favourite idea is to spend a year in China learning Kung-Fu taught by monks. Scared of nothing and always up for a thrill he can sometimes land himself in some unfortunate circumstances like this one time he broke and dislocated his wrist in Australia and ended up in hospital for a week! No matter how much trouble he lands himself in, his cheeky charm will always get him out of it!