A Nudist's Diary
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Charco nudist village
Return to DiscussionsAt this time of year us Europeans head to the Canaries for some late summer sunshine. I went for a week in Lanzarote with a friend. We stayed in the nude village of Charco del Palo on the east coast a little south of Arrieta. Being isolated it does not need the fences and check-points found at places like Cap d'Agde. It is also less commercial, more naturist.
We were checked in on the Friday lunchtime by the attractive receptionist who gave us the welcome glass of wine, a tour of the resort facilities and showed us to our apartment.
The layout sheltered us from the prevailing wind while giving stunning views of the coastal cliff top.
The village has three eating places:- an English pub, a large German restaurant and a French restaurant. We had lunch in the English pub and booked a table for dinner the following night..
The afternoon was spent settling in and getting provisions from a nearby supermarket. We had hired a car and there was no problem walking naked to the car - it is a nude village. But the supermarket was in Arrieta. I drove naked, dressing only to enter the shop. Then we joined the never ending stream of nudists walking along the cliff tops. They are full of interesting crags and coves. We could walk naked for some considerable distance before having to cover up or turn round. Dinner in the evening was in the German restaurant, where clothing was needed but the food and local wine were very good..
On Saturday we set off for the weekly market at Harriea high in the mountains. But We found the town packed for the Harria Extreme. It was a gruelling test of endurance with great distances ran, cycled and swam, plus a gruelling mountain climb. Although I drove naked some sacrifices have to be made for site-seeing in the town itself- we had to wear clothes. (So I've used artistic licence with these pics). There was a small market, mainly of hand made jewellery.
Lanzarote is both arid and windy. Natural vegetation appeared to consist entirely of cacti. And all cultivation is protected by windbreak walls. The vineyards are no exception, very different from those in France.
On reaching the car I disposed of my clothing and we took a scenic, leisurely drive back to base for a swim in the pool. Dinner was naked on the terrace of the English pub.Although the beer was good my friend did not like the wine so wewent on to the French restaurant for after dinner drinks. We discovered we could dine naked indoors there and use their indoor pool. So we booked for Sunday dinner whilst sitting naked at the bar amongst the clothed diners(real photo this time).
On Sunday we set off for the market in Teguese, again driving naked and dressing only to go round the market. It was vast with many hundreds of stalls selling all manner of goods. We bought a wrap/kilt each and some trinkets. Then we saw this man apparently sitting on nothing - no visible means of support.
We finally found our way out of the vast market and had lunch.
After lunch we went on to Famera nude beach on the west coast. It's not easy to find the nudists are at the far end of a long beach where sand gives way to shingle. Having disposed of my clothes again I walked along the beach in a flimsy see-through wrap. It looks to cover me from a distance.
The real treat was dining naked in the French Restaurant in the evening. We were the only nudists in the restaurant, able to swim in the pool between courses. The lady at the next table wore an intriguing crochet dress with nothing under it butshe could not be persuaded to be fully naked.
Our host told us that on the Thursday they will be having a nude evening with a special meal. We set about telling everyone over the nextfew days.
Monday was to be sight-seeing day. But beforehand we got a some milk and water from the village store and took advantage of the nude environment to keep fit and take a few photos.
For the rest of the day we would have to be clothed, except when in the car (The photos below are real, but with myself added later).We set off to driving cross country to The Timanfaya national park with its many volcanoes. Arriving just before lunch we had to queue to get in. The big restaurant is built on top of one of the volcanoes, using hot air vents to cook the food. It gave the food a BBQ flavour.
This was followed by an hour long coach ride around the many volcanoes. The peaks have typical craters and the surrounding ground is covered by lava - solidified like a series of massive cow-pats. It is truly a barren and inhospitable terrain. Even an army tank would have difficulty driving over it. Afterwards there were demonstrations of the heat of venting gasses around the restaurant - instantly boiling water to send steam many feet into the air and setting fire to dried vegetation.
Our plan had been to head for a nude beach in the south of the island but it was already late. We had decided to dine in that night so we called in at a supermarket for food and the excellent local wine on the way home. Charco is just beyond the Jardin de Cactus in Guatiza. A delightful hour was spent there before heading home for dinner.
This had been the third sight-seeing day on what was supposed to be a nudist holiday. My friend was our guide as he already knew Lanzarote. The sights were interesting but I insisted that there should be nude days too. So, yet again, I disposed of my clothing in protest. I hadn't taken something for every day - one expects to travel light on a nude holiday and I had only one pair of shorts left. Would my friend get the message?
Thursday was our last day. The aim was to tour the north end of the island and, as always I drove naked, putting on my last pair of shorts and topwhen getting out of the car at the attractions.
Our first stop was at Cuevo de los Verdes. This is a vast set of caves, crated by lava tubes and entered by descending into a large natural hole in the ground. At some points we had to bend to pass along the low, narrow passage. At other points it was vast and cavernous - at one place big enough to hold a concert with an audience well in excess of 100. We sat on the audience chairs whilst a man ascended the stage and played a harmonica.
We moved on to Mirador del Rio, a lookout building set high at the northernmost point on the island. Then we saught lunch in nearby Orzola.
After lunch we headed south through the mountainous interior of the island to Haria and back home. As we got in the car I disposed of my last pair of shorts and top. On getting home we had a dip in the sheltered sea water pool we had seen earlier.We then packed aswould leave very early in the morning.
At 5pm we took our pre-booked slot in the sauna, followed by a shower. I relaxed while my friend continued packing. There would be no need to dress for dinner. This was the night of the naked feast in the French restaurant! My friend, myself and another man arrived naked the others undressed on arrival. There were eleven of us including the couple who had dined at the next table on the Sunday, the couple we met at the salt pools and two other couples. We all started with a glass of Sangria, followed by excellent food and wine on a set menu. Maybe it is the open, friendly nature of nudists. This long table full of strangers really hit it off enjoying each other's company and chat.
Another couple came in for drinks at the bar. He was naked while she stayed dressed. This was a complete reversal of Saturday and Sunday nights. On those nights my friend and I were the only nudists. But on this night everyone was naked except for the lady at the bar. That changed as we ate our sweet. She stripped and swam elegantly and so naturally in the pool next to us. She wrapped herself in a towel on coming out of the pool but the towel soon fell away. We took turns in the pool. The evening ended with dancing, my friend picking the young attractive blond girl and dancing chest to chest. It was a wonderful naked evening and a climax to our holiday.
On Friday we arose with the dawn and departed for the airport.