Naturalists

I know I mentioned in a previous post about the naturalist beaches on Fuerteventura. Well they certainly weren't kidding. It really didn't bother me too much for the most part, as long as it was from a distance but the occasional close encounters were a bit unpleasant. Mr X was just appalled by it all in general. After lengthy discussions about public nudity and specifically the variations of acceptance between different cultures, I came to the conclusion that Mr X actually would be able to tolerate public nudity so long as it was only allowable by extremely good-looking young ladies.






All along the beaches they would build these little circular rock barricades (from the wind) for the sunbathers. They were really quite effective. Plus there was the added bonus that it kept the naturalists hidden from view more than they otherwise would have been. The trouble is that you couldn't always tell if they were occupied or not unless you walked right up to them. So it was always bothersome to tentatively walk passed one only to discover that it was full of saggy brown boobs and balls. The worst was when Mr X actually walked passed one and witnessed a bit of 'afternoon delight' being had.



This guy liked to take strolls every 30 minutes or so and he'd go pick up two rocks and do bicep curls while he walked in full view of everyone. Mr X was convinced that this guy actually wanted people to look at him. I snapped a picture because, if Mr X's theory is correct, then this guy would have been all too happy to pose, right?