Of all the beaches in the world, we had to stumble upon one of vancouver's nude beaches.
We didn't know of course. The management should have made a warning sign at the top of the trail. (Yeah, they actually did. But it wasn't clear enough to ignorant people like us)
And we, the foolish, descended the 390 glory steps to nudism. And we didn't see anything weird. Because the whole area was hidden by trees.
Upon reaching the place, our first thought was : This place looks gorgeous. The blue frosty sea, with sunlight filtering in through the clouds.
Then, I turned my head left and saw this guy. He was sunbathing. And he was wearing NOTHING at all.
I rushed back up onto the steps. Luckily there were trees. Or else people would have seen my flaring face contort into a number of horrified expressions.
And my brother, david. Oh horrors. He went down and saw the guy. Then he started
laughing and
pointing at the guy. Then he said,
"Wenjia, there's somebody naked over here. Hahaha. (He practically shouted that). David kept on staring. Even after mom told him (quietly, of course) not to.
I would really have loved to see that nude guy's expression. Except that there were trees hidding everything, of course.
So after staying 5 minutes on that beach, we went back and climbed the 390 glory steps back to the conservative society.
My brother is still laughing. Poor beach people. I suppose children weren't expected to go to that beach.