June 20, 2008
Naked much?
A strange thing about beach life in Portugal – if you walk a wee ways between beaches you tend to see a lot more flesh than you would expect. In fact more willies in the space of 10 metres than I have ever seen before. No small amount of boobs and lady parts also.
The strangest thing about them though – the fellas were all terribly interested in picking up shells off the beach – naked of course. So you’d wander along and now and then you’d see the the faint twinkle in the distance of some fella’s bumhole as he bent from the waist to pick up a shell that had caught his eye.
The fact that all of the nakedy fellas were interested in shell collecting seemed more than a little coincidental…
June 20, 2008
It’s a contrast thing
4pm yesterday I was stepping off a small speedboat which had just deposited me and the Boyf back to our tiny village on the Algarve, just in time for a short walk back to our apartment for a lengthy lounge on the terrace before a shower and changing for dinner. We’d just come from a relaxing 3 hours on the beach.
4pm today, stepping on to a train at Gatwick, bound for London Victoria. Unfortunately we struck the train containing 80 school age teenagers also bound for London (or so a handy notice on the train window informed me)…it was hell on train…and an embodiment of all that is wrong with modern Britain…
