I traveled around Australia with five friends during spring break 2005. We were spending our last three days in the Gold Coast, just south of Brisbane. We had some plans set- like a pub crawl and a XXXX Brewery tour- but first we had to see the ocean.
We walked from our hostel to the beach. I understood immediately why it was called the Gold Coast; there was golden skin showing everywhere. People in this part of Australia seemed to find clothing to be optional. As I looked across the beach, all I could see was bronzed butts, small bulges under men’s Speedos, and the occasional set of bare breasts.