Beach Babes

 Do I like sandy beaches? Yes and no. The resort has fine sand which sticks to everything. I sweep it off our floor and brush it off our sheets every morning. 

On the other hand, sand makes my entry and exit from the sea confident, without embarrassing incident. 

Stony beaches are a pain in  the you-know-where. They hurt my feet and send me toppling into the shallows or backwards onto the beach. Or I just wobble, or waddle, not very gracefully, into the sea. 

Sand.

Shallow water that's easy to wade into.

K says it's warm. I say it's cold. It's true, you do feel the cold more as you grow older.

I cool off, swim a bit, paddle a bit, avoid the piranhas and head for shore.

Then I head for the showers on the beach. They're just behind our shelter/kiosk.

I don't like sitting with salt on me and I don't like my towel getting stiff with salt.

I sit in the sun for a while and warm up, retreat to the shade and read, get in the water to cool off. And so it goes on.

It could be boring but a good book and a little wifi saves the day.

Then there's the passing parade.

A rich parade. Thank goodness men in speedos are far and few between but do strut their stuff now and again. What do the Australians call them? 

Budgie smugglers.

It's the older men that wear them with a overhanging gut that are the worst. Don't they ever look in the mirror.

Here in Greece, all over the Med, women wear what they feel comfortable in, whatever their size or age.

Big women in small containers, oldies in bikinis. No one even gives them a second glance.

They stroll up and down, usually in pairs, gossiping as they go, confident that they're gorgeous. 

 I'm a 2 piece person. The bottoms are Bermuda swim shorts. 

The top covers my midriff.

I stroll to the sea and then for a shower. Enough strutting for me. I prefer to watch the sights  rather than provide the show.

Ps We are back home now doing loads of washing in between showers. 

Suddenly it's autumn