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On the
Fleshy Shores of South Africa
Tom Moriarty
Just south of Cape Town, on
the west coast of the Cape
peninsula, lies Sandy Bay. It’s a miracle of geography and
geology, erosion and destiny: white sand, steep slopes, boulders
strewn willy-nilly in the surf. And naked people. All over the
place.
Sandy Bay is one of South
Africa’s two “official” nude beaches, and like dassies,
the small rodent-like creatures that dot the slopes all around
Cape Town, the naked people station themselves in the nooks and
crannies between the boulders, sunning themselves and displaying
their own fleshy nooks and crannies.
Unfortunately, the naked
people at Sandy Bay aren’t the Playboy model kind of naked
people. They’re the older European model of naked people --
overweight white men, marvels of engineering who manage to walk
upright and not topple over despite large bellies on the front
side and small, white bottoms on the backside.
I can’t say that my wife,
Loren, and I stumbled upon them accidentally. We went looking
for them one afternoon, following a long, sandy trail from
Llandudno, through the dunes and around a large bend in the
coastline. We were a bit embarrassed when we first found one,
not knowing where to look when a naked man passed us on the
trail. I looked up at the sky and Loren (so she tells me)
looked at the ground. We didn’t greet him.
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