Because I'm neurotic and a recovering perfectionist, I've put us on a strict regimen of beach visits in the region to ensure that we conduct a full double blind study (5 point scale based on size of swimming area, sand, water temperature and cleanliness, proximity to delicious snacks, jackedness of lifeguards - not because of attraction but sheer awe at the lack of bodyfat - and commutability) so that we can visit that one the most.
We've been to 4 beaches and today was by far the supremest - Naksan Beach has the right mix of solitude but with enough people to scare off the jellyfish and distract the lifeguards so I can swim past the barrier into deeper water.
Today, unfortch, I was a bit cavalier with the application of sunscreen on my lower half. The sunburn on my assal region combined with the unreal muscle soreness from yesterday's grueling death march has me staggering and cursing my way up the stairs of our hostel like a drunken 90 year old sailor.
The beach was amazing, though, and I can't wait to lay on it again. Ed is threatening to make me wear his pajama pants if we go back tomorrow to ensure I don't inflict any further damage to my trunk. I'm weighing these options.
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