In Fuerteventura
I fancied some early season sun and had heard of a new nudist hotel in Fuerteventura in the Canaries. The island is known to be nude friendly, soI went. After a 4 hour flight I landed late morning, picked up my hire car and drove up the coast road to Coralejo at the north end of the island. My hotel, Gran Hotel Natura, is on the right at the end of the beach as I entered the town. It is now surrounded by a high screen to give nudists privacy as the walk around the complex. This made the entrance unimposing and hard to find. Once inside I was checked in and shown the complex by the friendly staff. Nudity was welcome throughout, especially at the pool. But the dress code did require a towel for the breakfast/dinner restaurant. Being winter the evenings would be cool and I would want to wear more.
The rooms are well equipped for self catering and each has en-suit and a balcony.
I chose to strip and join the other guests for lunch at the pool bar. A beef burger and several pints saw me settle down for the afternoon. I had contacted 2guys from Glasgow who were there at the same time. They were out (naked) on their mountain bikes. We met up on their return and a few more pints from the pool bar saw the afternoon drift by. Indeed the temperature did drop as the sun sank in the west. So I dressed and went for dinner of peppered stake.
Practical matters took over on Saturday morning as I walked into town for essential provisions - enough to make coffee and a snack and a packed lunch each day. I picked up a good map of the town and the island. I met 2guys by the pool for lunch. The intention was to drive the route they had cycled the day before. But a few beers put driving out of reach. A gate led direct from the pool area to the beach. I went through and, still naked walked down the beach for 2km. The island is made of black volcanic rock and there are few places where the beaches are of soft golden sand. This one stretches for 9km down the east coast from the hotel at Corralejo. I met many sunbathers, kite flyers and windsurfers on my walk. very few were nudists but nobody minded my nakedness.
The island is arid and very windy but the daytime sun is hot. I came across many stone circles on the beach, each containing a sunbather or two. They did provide the essential windbreak for comfort.
I walked back to the hotel for more beer and dinner of lamb stew and wine with 2guys.
I started exploring on Sunday, following the route my friends had cycled. I drove (naked of course) along the northern coastal track from Corralejo to El Cotillo, stopping for a paddle in the warm sea and for a photo towards the western end of my route.
As I restarted my car got stuck in the sand. Finally I made it to El Cotillo, only to get lost in its one way system. Emerging from the town I found the track leading south down the west coast. After lunchI got out (still naked of course) to explore the coast. The path is well made and well marked like many Spanish paths. The coastline is of high cliffs backed by flat stony ground. The sea pounds the cliffs and the rocks below, throwing up a lot of spray.
I decided to walk for three hours. After one hour ( and about 5km) I came to the cove ofPlaya de Esquinjo. There was a group of parked cars and sight-seers looking down into the cove. I walked behind them and sought to continue south. But my path was blocked by a deep gorge formed by a, now dry, river leading down to the cove. I eventually got down into the head of the gorge at a dry waterfall.
When it does rain here the torrent must be enormous to carve a waterfall and gorge like this.
I made my way down the dry river bed in the gorge, eventually reaching a part where some water remained. I had seen chipmonks and birds around and wondered what they ate. The flies around the water soon told me as my naked flesh became the bottom of the food-chain. So I walked towards the sea more quickly, only pausing at a rare piece of vegetation.
I soon reached the sandy cove and looked up to see a row of (clothed) spectators viewing this lone nude below. My detour had taken another hour. So I made my way up the steep sandy slope towards the spectators and walked back to my car.I drove back to Corralejo and my hotel along the interior roads from El Cotillo to Lajares and on to my destination. I would not risk getting out of the car naked in any of the towns but I happily drove through them like that.On arriving I parked and walked naked into the hotel, just as I had left.
Oh, and as I was making my packed lunch that morning two mature ladies came to tidy my room. I hadbecome used to being naked around chamber-maids on a previous holiday. But this time I might have got in the way as they swept and then mopped the floor around me. Was I allowed to walk on the newly mopped floor? Later in the week they always greeted me with a smile and a cheery Ola.
is it allowed to walk and drive naked in Fuerteventura ? We're going to visit Costa Calma in June and travel fully nude across island. However we have some doubts about it
Fuerteventura belongs to Spain and nudity is not illegal in Spain. There is a high tolerance of nudity in the countryside and on the beaches, especially in the summer. I have occasionally held my hat overmy bitswhen hiking in Spain and a mature lady approached. I wouldn't dare go naked in town. Some did in Barcelona and they brought in a by-law banning it.
Monday was St Patrick's day so we planned visiting the Irish bars in the evening. But the day's exploration came first.
I drove naked the full length of the island with one friend navigating and the other sat terrified in the back (why?). We followed the coast road towards Morro Jable but stopped short. The best beaches in the south of the island are on the south-east coast around 6km north of Morro Jable. We pulled off to Esmeralda Jandia, parked and walked, still naked,onto the Jandia beach past the scores of windsurfersand settled down.
But, as usual, it was windy,with the wind coming off the land. Looking around we saw shallow cliffs which would give shelter. After lunch we made for the foot of the cliffs. T large lagoon or backwater lay on out route but it was shallow so simply slowed us down.
Interesting tussocks grew out of small sand banks, offering hiding places.
But why would I want to hide? There were three of us and two other nudist couples sheltering near us. So, why should we care when people walked by?
We had a lovely afternoon sunbathing, splashing about in the shallow water and watching the windsurfers. Then we headed back along the water's edge to the complex where we had parked. As you can see it is big.
We then drove back (I was still naked) up the middle of the island - through Tuineje, Antigua and La Oliva. The interior is mountainous with great scenery. We entered the hotel in the now usual way and had 2 beers by the pool. 
Then it was time to dress and hit the town. Dinner was stake with 2 bottles of wine. Then we set off for some Guinness in the Irish bars. We were guided to them by Lepracorns in the street, it being St Patrick's day. The second bar was marked by a large man in a mankini (he looked naked at first) with his left arm, side and leg painted green. After a few we wended our way home along the sea front. And so to bed.
Was it the wine or the Guinness? I got up fairly late on Tuesday feeling a little under the weather. So I spent the morning relaxing by the pool, then beef burger for lunch. We decided to go just a little down the coast to explore the beach between the 22km and 23km markers on the FV1 coastal road. My friends cycled there whilst I followed in the car. I was told to look out for hillocks in the sand dunes topped by vegetation with a nude man peering out from each one. Some would have binoculars. I found it easily following their footprints in the sand. This was definitely a nude beach with every hillock and every windbreak occupied by nude men or couples.
We settled down to sunbathe in the lea of a sand dune. Then I strolled up the beach to the point I had previously reached, then down the beach in the other direction. Some men waded into the crashing waves despite the red flags. I explored the rock pools with their many small fish.
We then headed back to the hotel. I had been naked throughout but I had a flimsy sarong which I donned as we approached the road. It was pointless as the wind blew it right up exposing everything. I agreed to get the drinks in so ordered three pints from the pool bar. They were delayed and I ended up drinking all three. It turned out that one of them had a puncture.
Wednesday was a better day. I decided to explore the interior of theisland. As Always I intended to stay naked all day, easily going from hotel to car and driving like that. I turned off the coast road just south of Parque Hoandes, passing through Caldereta and on to the mountain pass at Vallebron. 
The summit offered a chance to pull off the road and walk up the well made path to the view point.
The views were stunning and well worth a closer look.
I then went down towards the west coast. Though the road was not busy I was not alone. I caused a little amusement to passing cyclists as I posed for this photo.
I crossed the main road atTindaya and headed further west The road soon turned into a track with just two drelict houses at the end.
The Coast was rugged and well worth the journey.
ThenI went on south to Tefia where I found a good road to Molinos on the west coast.
The island has many old windmills, mostly to pump up ground water. I passed a good example on the way.
The road ended at a popular beach cove. Time was getting on and I wanted to stay nude. So I chose a track onto the headland above the cove. There I found a verylarge circular stone wall linked to a smaller circle. Is it a goat fold? on the other side was the dry gorgeleading down to the cove.
I then headed home through La Oliva to the coast road. I stopped soon after entering the sand dunes and left the car to explore a length of the beach south of where we were yesterday. Here the road comes close to the sea making the beach narrow. But I walked for 30 minutes in each direction, waving at passing coaches.. Passengers waved back.
Then it was back to the hotel for two pints by the pool followed by a three-course dinner and two bottles of wine with my friends.
Thursday was my last day] I woke with the start of a cold, the sky was cloudy and rain was forecast. I decided to take a quick look at the parts of the island I hadn't seen so I could decide where to go next time. As usual I did it all naked. I drove down to Morro Jable at the south end of the island, going on the interior roads via La Oliva, Tafia and the mountain road through Betancurria. The mountain road was long, winding and very popular. There are a lot of great view-points but they were all thronged with sight-seers. I could dress and take a look but that would be for another day, another visit and I pressed on. Then I found a layby where I could get out and enjoy the view as others drove past.
The road narrowed as it wound down from the summit. I was joined by a large group of cyclist and a coach which slowed my progress. Eventually I reached Pajara at the far end of the pass. Fuel was getting low So I had to detour to Tuineje and briefly dress to refuel the car. I then got lost, heading off in the wrong direction. After getting My sense of direction I headed south for the coast road at Gran Tarajal and on to Morro Juble. I had been aware of construction of a motorway running the length of the island. I joined the southern part, now open which took me right into Morro Jable. It is a thriving tourist town thronged with tourists. I drove through (naked again) to the harbour at the south end.
The road ends at the harbour. I took to a track which covers the entire south end of the island. This would also be worth exploring on a future visit.
For me it was time to turn round and head north.
Tuning left at Costa Calma took me onto La Parad and on to another mountain road. Just before Pajara I turned off to Ajuy on the west coast. It looked like a pretty and popular oasis. Again time was pressing so I headed north back to the hotel.
It was already fairly late and the evening was cool but there was time for a few photos by the pool.
Then it was time to pack for the morning's early departure. Then into town for my last meal.
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