My vacation, part 3. The power of the nude person.

Power of the nude person? Oh yes, absolutely.

It’s very interesting to see how much dressed people are not used to meeting a self-conscious naked person. I’ve done plenty of walks along the beach at Corralejo (Fuerteventura):

All beaches in Spain (the Canary Islands are part of Spain) are freely accessible to nude as well as clothed people. This is remarkable for a very strict Catholic country, but a blessing for people who like to wear nothing but their skin and a good mood. During each of those walks I saw lots of dressed people (clothed in any degree, from full long pants and shirts to the skimpiest of bathing suits that hide absolutely nothing). Many of those people would of course try to sneak a peek at the nude people sauntering along. Of course they do, they don’t know better.

I found also that, when you walk along and look at these people like you would look at anyone else, they’d quickly avert their eyes and suddenly find the sand in front of them or something in the far distance extremely fascinating. Some will also stare straight ahead and pretend you’re not there. That was very interesting to see.

Most of the nude beaches I’ve been to were shunned by clothed sunbathers, so this was quite a fun experience.

Something of an entirely different order happened when an English speaking family of three came walking towards me, parents and a daughter of about fourteen. The mother, walking in front, suddenly said “Look to the sea, Suzy, look to the sea.” Yes, it was an attempt to make the girl not see me. She however grinned at me quickly. Then her father stopped and said to me: “You have no shame, have you?”
I asked him: “Shame about what?”
“For not wearing any clothes,” was his reply.
My response was: “You have no shame, have you?” It surprised him. “You have no shame, assuming that your way of life is the only proper way,” I told him and walked off.

The nerve some people have…

This morning

Last night we had a lot of rain. When I woke up I heard a strange sound outside, a kind of splashing. That’s odd because the drainpipe that runs outside my apartment has a few openings next to it, Excess water can flow out through that. Splashing means that there is water not flowing away. As it was quite early (around 4:15am, thanks to the switch back to winter time, which for Americans is the end of DST), I went out to have a look.

Hah, Autumn had provided a lot of small leaves that clogged the additional drain holes! I went out in the rain, in the nude, and took care of the leaves and some dirt that clogged the drain holes. After that, the water disappeared quickly. I threw away the leaves and then all I needed was a towel to undo what the rain had done to me. It hadn’t felt cold (13c / 55F) at all. It felt very good to do it like that – getting dressed to get your clothes soaked and icky is such a strange idea. An umbrella was out of the question as the wind was very strong – and I needed my hands to clean out the drainage hols.

At that time the chance of someone being out and about was less than minimal, so I didn’t feel like I would risk offending someone being outside naked. Truly, it was the best thing I could have done. Naked outside on the gallery, feeling the early morning rain on my skin without being cold, and fixing the drainage problem, all in one go.

Book review – Naturist, Red in Tooth and Claw

This is a book review of Naturist, Red in Tooth and Claw by Stuart Pitsligo

I bought this book from Smashwords as it deals with naturism and the short description looked interesting.

Information from Smashwords: Price: $1.54.
Approx. 51,070 words.
Language: English.
Published on December 31, 2011.
Category: Fiction.


The good things: The book tells about horrible murders taking place in the Scottish Highlands. A group of friends get together and discover a shocking truth. The story also has a serious approach to naturism (nudism if you like), and how a man learns to appreciate the lifestyle.

The not so good things: The book’s story and pace is very good, but it looks as if Mr. Pitsligo wrote it and then immediately published it. Some proofreading and editing would do this book a lot of good.

Mijn vakantie, deel 2. Stranden.

Dit is deel 2. Heb je deel 1 gemist, dan vind je dat hier.

Gedurende mijn vakantie in het naturistenhotel Gran Hotel Natura op Fuerteventura ben ik een keer naar het stadje gewandeld om er een kijkje te nemen. Dat moest dan wel gekleed, maar ja, als je wat wilt moet je soms concessies doen. Na een bezoek aan het voormalige vissers-stadje (het is niet erg groot, en tegenwoordig erg toeristisch) besloot ik langs het strand terug te gaan. Daar waren heel wat zonaanbidders aanwezig. En opeens realiseerde ik me dat heel wat van de badpakken idioot waren:

Iedereen op de stranden probeert zoveel mogelijk huid bloot te stellen aan de zon, voor een mooi kleurtje, maar het merendeel doet dezelfde rare en ook zwakke poging om ‘binnen de grenzen van netheid’ te blijven. Ze dragen zulke kleine bad-frommeltjes dat het niet mogelijk is om te verbergen wat hoe dan ook al duidelijk aanwezig is. En als je dan meemaakt hoeveel geld daarvoor wordt betaald… In mijn idee, als ze waar voor hun geld willen, dan moeten ze terug naar de echt ouderwetse badpakken.

Dan slaat het nog ergens op. Wat ze nu doen (of proberen) druist tegen alle wetten van gezond verstand in, volgens mij.

My vacation, part 2. Beaches.

This is part 2. If you missed part 1, it’s here.

During my vacation at the naturist hotel Gran Hotel Natura on Fuerteventura I took a walk into town, to have a look around there. Of course that had to happen clothed, but you have to make concessions if you want to see something. After taking a look around (Corralejo is quite large and very tourist oriented) I decided to take the walk back over the beach. Lots of sun worshippers were there, everywhere. And suddenly it hit me that many of the bathing suits I saw were entirely ridiculous.
Everyone on the beaches is trying to expose as much skin to the sun to get a nice tan, but everyone also makes the same odd, feeble attempt to stay “within the bounds of decency”. They wear bathing suits made of such tiny bits of fabric that it’s impossible to hide what’s so obviously there. And still people pay a lot of money for these things. In my opinion, if they want value for money, they should revert to the swimwear of old. That would make sense.

What they’re doing (or attempting) is beyond the law of ridicule, in my eyes.

Naakt in en om het huis

Loop je wel eens naakt rond thuis? Kledingloos zoals je bent geboren?

Als ja, dan verbaast het je misschien om te horen dat je dat niet zomaar kunt doen. Als je in al je naakte glorie langs een raam loopt en iemand kan je vanaf de straat zomaar zien, dan kan die persoon een klacht indienen voor onbehoorlijk gedrag. Ja, zelfs wanneer je in je eigen huis bent! Je wordt dan niet meteen gearresteerd, maar je loopt wel een goede kans dat je een officiële waarschuwing van de politie krijgt.

Nou moet ik wel zeggen dat ik niet weet of dat overal zo is, maar op veel plaatsen en in veel landen is dit wel degelijk zo. Als je in je eigen tuin wilt zitten om de zon op al je huid te voelen, moet je zeker stellen dat geen van je buren je probleemloos kan zien, om dezelfde reden. En denk niet dat een goede schutting genoeg is, als iemand je kan zien vanuit een raam op een hogere verdieping, dan zit je al fout.

Nude in your gardenIs dat niet belachelijk? Ongeacht hoe vrijdenkend de wereld zich voelt, wij worden beperkt in onze vrijheid door een moraal die ons opgedrongen wordt door een groep mensen die vindt dat naakt-zijn niet natuurlijk is. Erger nog is het als je bedenkt dat naakt-zijn wel degelijk natuurlijk is. Ik heb nog nooit gehoord van een baby die helemaal gekleed ter wereld kwam…