In the meantime, Craig and I decide to explore the local beaches. We pack towels, beer, and some fruit in a bag. We crawl up a sand dune and settle in. Craig opens his Tupperware and grabs a lemon slice which he squeezes into his hair. “The sun will naturally lighten it!” he says brightly, and it takes me back to the days of Sun-In, which reminds me of being what is now called a tween. I can remember the pain of not being able to get a good feather going in my straight hair. Oh, the humanity. I take a lemon wedge and rather sloppily rub it all over my head, which I instantly regret because I get the juice on my fingers – a sensation that’s up there with dusty newsprint on my fingertips for least favourite. Plus we’re on a dune so sand is caking between my fingers. We have no water. I have to wash my fingers in beer (let them eat cake!) and we sit back and take in what looks like the fuzzy edge of the planet that you see in photos taken from space. The sky here is very big and I feel very, very lucky.
Craig takes this panoramic video, which will show you the splendor of Nahoon Beach, and tell you all you need to know about our friendship.
We decide to go check out Bonza Bay Beach which has the best signage for beach dos and don’ts I have ever seen.
They also have an outstanding shark information board that is laughably verbose (how many minutes do they think people will have to read it before they lose consciousness?)
It is windy everywhere in this country but Bonza Bay steps it up notch. We get real dunes here, full of drama.
Later, in the car, Craig reaches over and starts picking at my hair. “I know,” I said. “I am covered in sand.” He is laughing when he tells me he’s removing fully-formed lemon cells from my hair. “They look like maggots,” he teases. “You’re supposed to squeeze the lemon.” Nice.