The Sameliad: Sausage Sizzle at the Beach

Feeling inclined towards a bit of a bush walk today Sam and I donned some seriously dorky hats and shoes and headed off up an extremely narrow grassy track to the top of one of the picturesque hills. Our hosts had informed us that this track led to a rocky outcrop where you could take excellent photos, and if you continued down the other side you would come to a quiet beach where you could swim without the huge crowds at the other beaches. So off we headed, Sam treading boldly up front and me following tentatively behind wondering if Brazil had poisonous snakes like Australia as we were blundering through knee high grasses that would have made your average Aussie bush trekker nervous were they in Australia. Here we took stacks of photos.

Sexy poses on top of the hill

Pictures from on top of the hill

We then continued down to the beach. On arrival we discovered that the beach wasn’t as secluded as our host had made it sound. We had stumbled upon a nudist beach. Frequented mostly by groups of men. Where the only people choosing to go the full monty were (much to Sam’s disappointment and Amelia’s amusement) all men over the age of 50. Some of these men were burnt all over and I mean all over as Sam described it as “Sausage sizzle at the beach” Apart from the constant old naked guys in the peripheries the beach was beautiful and we went swimming (in bathers).

(Sorry! Didn’t want to take any pictures of sizzled sausage on the beach so these will have to do instead)