On to Noosa, where I hiked through the Noosa National Park following the coast around to a secluded bay. Well, the people I spoke with said it was secluded. Somehow I ended up in the middle of the 400 partici-pant-less in the Australian Nudist Festival. A one-day-a-year festival where people come together to compete in such games as tug-of-war and running races (they did say the running races where going to be short distance races for the sake of safety and good taste). So trying to live by the saying "While in Rome do as the Romans do," I went a roaming! You would think one would worry about not having clothes on, but I was more concerned with the idea of sun exposure (or the lack of) on my buttocks. I couldn't help but think how my baby-white bum would stand out like a sore thumb. I'll admit, I didn't go strolling the beach casually chatting in my birthday suit. Instead, I had my own race into the ocean, where the water was at least waist deep. When I left the beach that day, my cheeks where a little rosier. Not the cheeks below my waist, but the ones on my face from the ever-present grin of participating in the Annual Nudist Festival in Noosa, Australia.