Nonwheezer: Okay.
HM: I want to go to that waterfall place.
NW: Okay.
(8:00 AM)
HM: Hey, change of plans. Let's go down to Mahaulepu. I want you to show me the nude beach.
NW: . . .
HM: I want to get rid of my tanlines.
NW: . . . uh.
And that's how I got roped into hiking to a nude beach.
NW: Alright. Pick me up at 10.
HM: Okay. See you then.
House Monger arrived promptly at 10:40, and we drove off to the south side. She had a lousy night with her partner (heh, sounds like she could be a lesbian, eh?) so we had to listen to depressing love songs. Lucky for me though, she kept talking and only stopped to breathe. Her chatter drowned out the sob-songs.
We left Mahaulepu. As you can see, the water looked great.
See?
Along the way, there were cool little spots like this.
30 minutes into the hike. Are we there yet?
Almost...
Sweet! Here it is. I don't know if it really is a nude beach, but it's secluded. You have to hike for about 45 minutes to get here, and there are many nooks and crannies you can hide your naked body in.
Frolic! Frolic! Frolic! Chariots of Fire!
I want to pump you up.
Um... I think this is sufficiently gay without any comment.
I was pooped after all that playing.
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