# Re: regrets?

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Posted by Art on February 17, 2021 at 02:20:09

In Reply to: regrets? posted by Shlomi on February 07, 2021 at 21:51:25:

On my first Christmas Day in Australia, I was staying at the YMCA in Sydney and sharing a room with a cute young guy (Jamie) who had been in the room with me for about a week. Like me he slept in the nude and on a couple of mornings he got up and pulled on underwear and then his jeans but mostly it was just the jeans and he went commando. Christmas morning, he took his time getting his jeans on and he was definitely going commando.
We had breakfast together in the cafeteria and Jamie asked if I was doing anything for the day and when I said no, Jamie asked if I wanted to go to Bondi beach and my answer was a definite yes. When we went to breakfast, we were both wearing jeans and a t-shirt and were barefoot and we didn’t bother going back to the room before heading to the beach. Swimming had not been mentioned but I knew that I was going for a swim in what I was wearing and hoped I could convince Jamie to do the same. The temperature was about 35C (95F) and full sun, so the walking was totally uncomfortable in bare feet and took a lot longer than we expected. When Jamie said that he couldn’t wait to get to the beach and into the water I was getting a bit excited knowing that he had to go in in his jeans, at least. I really wanted to see those jeans clinging to his neat body!
As we got to the end of a side street and Jamie said, “We’ve made it!” our excitement quickly soured. Looking out to the ocean we could see a huge black cloud racing toward us and a strong wind gusting. Most of the people on the beach were packing up and racing off the beach. Across the road from us was a bus heading back to the city and we instinctively raced for it and managed to get a seat before it left. So much for our swim. Of course, I now regret getting on that bus as we would have been okay staying on the beach and if we didn’t get a swim we would have, at least, got a drenching from the rain.
On the other hand, my very first day in Australia had a big win and a small regret at the end of the day. I flew into Darwin from Singapore at 3 am and was astounded by the heat and humidity. The next morning, I asked the lady on the hotel’s reception desk where the nearest beach was and she told me it was at the end of the street. When I said how much I was looking forward to a swim she told me that you could not swim at this time of year because the sea wasps would sting you and you were dead in 8 minutes. Not what I had signed up for, especially when the hotel did not have a swimming pool.
I walked down the street to the beach anyway and saw lots of people sitting in the shade of the trees at the back of the beach. There were 2 guys who I had seen having breakfast in the hotel so asked if I could join them under their tree. They were both dressed the same as me in jeans and t-shirt or polo shirt and we were all complaining about not being able to have a swim and cool off. When I saw a guy further down the beach walk into the water wearing a t-shirt and jeans, I pointed him out to the other 2 guys and said we should be able to go in like that as well. My theory to them was that the jeans would protect our legs from the sea wasps flying along the edge of the water and the t-shirts would protect our shoulders and backs. Anything flying in from the front we could see and avoid. They bought my theory and we all headed into the water and had a great swim and cool down.
When we came out, they both looked great in their clinging, shiny clothes and we went for a stroll down to the end of the beach and out onto the rocky point. There were some kids playing there and suddenly one of them started pointing and yelling “sea wasp”. As it turned out a sea wasp is not a flying bug but a jellyfish like the American Portuguese Man of War. We did not go back for any more swims!
That evening I went to the outdoor theatre to see a movie. I like to sit near the back and there were a few rows of seats under a roof with proper theatre seats as opposed to canvas seat in the open air section. I chose for the comfort of the proper seats under cover. About halfway through the movie the heavens opened in a tropical downpour and six of the seven people in the open air section came running back to shelter but one guy stayed sitting in the rain. Why wasn’t I down there? When the movie finished I watched the guy walk out (in jeans and a polo shirt) and he was still dripping wet. Seems the canvas seat held the water and he had the joy of sitting in the water fore the rest of the movie. Again, why wasn’t I down there?

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