Coinslots here, there, everywhere

Nope, not in Vegas. I mean that one... Yep, the one down there. You know, the kind that peeks out when someone sits down and oops! Butt crack alert.  

On a recent trip to Australia, I must say, I've seen my fair share of coinslots. While sailing through the Whitsunday Islands, I must have seen about 100. Ok, I exaggerate. 

The sailboat crew consisted of three people - the skipper and two helpers. They had a full boat with 26 rowdy passengers on board. Their duties ranged from cleaning the deck to cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner. As you can imagine, it isn't easy taking care of so many people in a cramped space. 

Board shorts are commonplace in Oz, and are almost an unwritten uniform on the east coast. The two helpers, who I'll call Jack and Jill, were both wearing board shorts. Whenever Jill moved around to hoist the sail or do whatever she was doing...bam! Coinslot alert! When she was operating the motorboat to haul us back from Whitsunday Island, it was literally in your face. Hard to miss. Jack's boardies stayed on the most of the time, except for one or two slips from what I could see.

I mentioned the coinslot sightings to a fellow traveler who had lived in Australia for some time and she didn't think anything of it. She pointed out that most Aussies were pretty laid back so they can't be bothered with coinslots, or covering them up for that matter. It is precisely this type of attitude that I fell in love with while in the land down under. After living in New York and Hong Kong where people are considerably more uptight, Oz was like a breath of fresh air. Well, maybe not the coinslots.