One of the things that I love about being in this part of the world and some of the wild places we have stopped is that away from civilization there is an opportunity to really enjoy letting things “hang out”. Some of my friends are nudists or “naturists” as they some times like to be called but I prefer to have some support and in the tropical climates the insect bites I have had to deal with have been insane so a little protection is good too. Luckily by the time we reached Fraser Island I was very VERY well armed with bug spray.
Being able to get back to nature and strip down to a Jockstrap for our walk was a real treat and something that I haven’t tried before. I spent a few walks around the Whitsunday’s in my Speedos and underwear and it made walking in the warm tropical sun a lot more enjoyable. I added long socks to the outfit on Hunter Island to beat the long grass, but never have I been walking in a jock so with my last opportunity fading fast I decided to go for it.
I’ve been an exhibitionist for a long time but without an audience this walk was more about comfort and the feeling of getting back to nature. It seems so strange to me that a naked human or a near naked human as was the case this time, looks so much less natural to us in nature than a fully clothed one. We have been culturally stained with this idea that nudity is something that should be embarrassing rather than enjoyable.
Fraser Island has been inhabited for nearly 5000 years and I can’t help but think that I wouldn’t have looked out of place for many of those hehe.
So much of this trip has been about being amongst the elements of nature again. The cabin we sleep in is open to the air and the cockpit where I sit is outside at all times. As I lay in my bunk I can look straight through the hatch and see the milky way and feel the breeze on my face. For the entire time that I am onboard Arion I am exposed to the outside, indeed the outside and the inside disappear as it all becomes “where I live”. Walking in my Jock, or my swimmers has given me a sense of being part of nature that I haven’t had before because I feel everywhere that I go as well as seeing and smelling and hearing. The added sensory stimulation and the cool breeze where there usually is none has given me an increased awareness of my connection to places in which I walk.
I dare you to try it sometime.