The day is coming to an end and the famous nude beaches are up around the point. By the time I get there the sun will have cast shadows onto the sand and undoubtedly run off the beautiful views, leaving only turquoise blue coves lined with bright purple bougainvillea spilling over the cliffs to greet the sea. Whatever. I’m a teenage boy here with a purpose, and it’s not to admire the bougainvellea. Sigh ~ it will all have to wait until tomorrow.
- Author: Michael
- Date Posted: May 24, 1981