I am relieved that I can live peacefully and fashionably with my untannable snow-white freckled skin here in China.
Plus, the modesty factor is quite high.
Read: youth hostel. Enough said.
And the bonus of meeting interesting people like the German guy who’s been biking across three continents for the past 16 months.
Just let it be known that you will see less skin per capita at a Chinese beach than any other place in Europe, The Americas, or SE Asia.
The only sunbathers in sight were a couple of European women in their bikinis–everyone else (in the female category) was decked to the fingertips and toes in hats, scarves, windbreakers, long pants, high heels, and the ultimate face-kini-connected-to-jumpsuit.
Instead of parasols and lawn chairs, you could expect to see tents, tents and more tents.
Although, Mr Chopstix though he spied some men skinny dipping on the far edge of the beach.