Well….that’s just about it. Off around lunchtime, back to the airport and a flight back to our much-missed children. Realistically, we won’t do more than a week without them next year.

It was dark, it was the fag-end of a day, and the season, but we made it to the local chiringuito, nude, and had a coffee to soak up the alcohol we’d consumed earlier in the evening.

Our French neighbours have/had (naturist) guests in, a quartet of naked people enjoying a meal together. Mr. Keng and I absented ourselves from our balcony to enjoy a nude stroll to the beach, watched the night fishermen do their thing, lights at the end of their fishing rods (we should set up some pix involving fishing, nude!) and came back to the apartment. Their guests -people well into their 60s- left, wandering naked down a public street. What a wonderful place this is!

Mr & Mrs Keng enjoy the chiringuito after dark.

Ella

You were wondering where today’s post(s) had gone, weren’t you? We’ve had appalling internet connection all day until Mr.Keng had the bright idea of unplugging the modem and plugging it in again.  🙂 Suddenly, a service worth talking about!

Not that I would have had a lot to write about. The anticipated influx of locals didn’t seem to happen today. Plenty of people still on the beach, but it just wasn’t as busy as my previous experiences of weekends here (or in other naturist resorts) has been.

So we sunbathed, and sunbathed, and sunbathed. We aren’t brilliant sunbathers, but the haziness of it today allowed us to go to the beach and hang around for hours.

And while 10 days seemed like a terrific idea at the time, and the first few days were marvellous, we’re both missing our babies 🙂 Time to get home! By the wonders of modern technology we’ve been able to see and speak to them each day (FaceTime) but it has just made it harder. 😦

Ella.

Yes, I’m awake exceptionally early 😦 Yes, I’ve been woken a bunch of drunken teenage girls rattling down the street, shouting loudly in the manner that drunken people do when talking ‘normally’.

Mr.Keng has gone back to bed, so I thought it was just me on my own until I saw the lights on in the apartment opposite. It rather looks as though Consuelo’s man -the elderly gent who lives opposite- has been disturbed too, as I can see a light on his apartment. So I rather thought it was time to report that he has been on his own since our last sighting of ‘Consuelo’. We’ve only today and tomorrow left of our holiday (10 days not enough this time, we’re coming for two weeks next time) for Consuelo to reappear and join the ranks of happy naturists. 😦

I’m disappointed she didn’t stay. It’s always good to watch someone shy or nervous take their first steps into naturism and have their own body image altered forever.

However, in the time-honoured tradition of films and television programmes, we’re going to make a couple of alternative endings for this 🙂 and leave it up to you to decide which one you prefer.

Ella