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Charco del Palo
Charco del Palo
Tell others what you thought of your visit to Charco del Palo Lanzarote
Tell others what you thought of your visit to Charco del Palo Lanzarote
I don’t know about you, but if I am planning to book a holiday somewhere, I read all the reviews I can lay my hands on. Actually experiencing the atmosphere you had in mind is important. So I spend hours on the web. That’s how I found Wendy’s blog and that’s why I am willing to share my experiences in Charco del Palo with anyone who is as keen as I was to know what it’s like.
To start with, most of what they say about CdP - as it is lovingly abbreviated -, is absolutely true. It’s quiet, it’s peaceful, it has non-catered accommodations in every variety - price wise not bad at all -, a
shop that has enough to get along on a day-to-day basis, plus a few restaurants with entirely different characters:
* Lili’s bar, you won’t find a person more cheerful than her, is most certainly the liveliest and her espresso is one of the best I tasted on the island;
* Cueva Paloma has a wide choice aiming at the Northern European customer for dinner or sometimes lunch, fine kitchen but nothing spectacular; you can choose your table inside, outside or in the area in between (it has been taken over in January I found out);
* I have no experiences with Jardin Tropical, but the garden looks inviting from the street.
But the main asset, apart from the Duck Pool et cetera, is the fact that it is a naturist-friendly environment. You see people in the streets clothed, in full naturist attire (i.e. a book and a towel under their arms) or just wearing a T-shirt: it doesn’t matter and nobody cares. You see cyclists going straight to the coves, strip off, take a plunge and be on their way again once they have dried up in the sun. Naturist walks along the beach front are the standard from mid-morning until late afternoon if the sun’s out, but North Diving Lanzarote clients, fully clad in impressive diving suits, have obviously been heavily instructed to look ostentatiously the other way when nude people are passing. I greeted them but didn’t hear anything back. So staying at CdP feels safe and relaxing. And people do greet one another; well, most of them anyway.
The weather in December and January is naturist-friendly as well. Sun is out nearly all the time with an occasional white cloud passing by. Of course there is the odd overcast day, and then the wind might be the decisive factor whether you would have to move your lounger about or put something on.
One day it felt a bit nippy. I had decided to be wise and put on something warm, when I saw dark skies coming from the north whilst the sun was still shining. I expected a rainbow to develop so, taking my camera, I hurried to the south end at Las Piteras where you can see along the coast in northerly direction. I was right and I saw the rainbow slowly building until it hit the ocean, be it still a bit on the skinny side. Then I zoomed in to check why the horizon to the right of my image was sharp and contained more colour than on the left. The horizon looked grey and blurred there. It finally dawned on me: that wasn’t just rain, it was a wall of water racing along the coast right towards me. For a moment I hesitated to wait for the rainbow to become more intense, that’s what I was there for after all. When the first really large drops started to come down I realised this was a wrong decision. Very wrong. Apart from the fact that the rainbow had suddenly disappeared, the wind picked up and turned into a gale within a matter of seconds. My word! It felt as if icicles were hammering on my head and as I didn’t see a spot where I could take shelter, there was one thing I needed to do right now: go back my bungalow this very moment. I decided that the gusts of wind striking the coastal path, had to be avoided at all cost; so I slipped into Calle Cefeo which shielded me from the wind a bit more. A veritable downpour followed. The noise was deafening. Walking on Calle Sosa Mayor I saw a stream of water coming down from the top end, running over my feet. I was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and with every minute it became harder to keep both my camera under my armpit with one hand and prevent my soaking sweatpants from sliding down my bum with the other. By the time I got home, fiddling with my front door key with fingers that had gone numb, I looked down and saw slowly expanding puddles around my feet. My clothes felt like lead when I took them off. The rain had stopped. I think it can’t have lasted much longer than 15 minutes. After a shower to warm up, I quickly checked my pictures on my laptop. If you think the colour of the rainbow is disappointing, I cannot but gruntingly agree, but hopefully you will recognise the blur at the horizon in this small web-version.
Anyway, before you decide to search for another location because you don’t want to happen this to you, it proved to be a one-off in six weeks’ time. Lanzarote has a beautiful climate in winter, and if you make sure you can hide a bit from the wind while taking care of your tan, it has gorgeous weather, normally around 21C, but I did see 26C one day. And deep-blue skies as well
As for naturist experiences outside CdP, because this could be a reason why you are following this blog, I can only advise to take it as it comes. This is what I learnt:
* From CdP going north in the direction of Arrieta is a beautiful walk. The path is full of little rocks so you have to watch out not to sprain your ankles. The view is great and so is the sound of the waves
breaking on the rocks. However, have a towel or pareo ready when you come across clothed hikers (that might also come from CdP). I hadn’t the first time I did this walk, so I quickly added it to my standard kit.
* Even further north you come across a small private tidal pool that has recently been patched up, Charco de Mala. Perfect to freshen up.
* Arrieta has La Garita, which is the closest sandy beach. Sloping slowly, it has a family character so textile required, plus it sports excellent fish restaurants (don’t ask for the menu, let them serve the catch of the day). At the very northern end you might come across an occasional naturist. It depends if that part on that particular day is used by them hang-gliding community. I made a footprint in the sand and watched it fade.
* Playa Quemada (the part before the hill) is so small that it really depends on who’s wearing something or not. I tend to keep on the safe side: I will never be the first (chicken!), but you can count on me being number two. Don’t be surprised when there are fishermen diving into the water to
collect their lubinas.
* Playa Puerto Muelas in the south of the island is claimed to be a clothing optional beach. It was a sunny day, but trunks and bikinis galore. I took the next one, Playa del Congrio which is longer and also offers wind-shielded places to lie down.
* At the east side of Playa de Mujeres , which is lovely if there’s a strong easterly wind, the non-textiles were well-represented on three occasions; perhaps the reason is that there is a sort of a nobody’s land in the middle.
* Famara is really great to make long walks: 3 to and 3 fro makes 6 kms. The view is fabulous. However, although two nude young women showed me it can be done, I didn’t feel inclined to make a sprint from my zoco to the sea showing off my all-over tan to loads of people, amongst which surfers,
kiters and many young families. The girls crashed screaming and yelling into the waves. There are subtler ways if you want to remain unnoticed, I’d say, but they showed more guts than I have. I guess it also depends on the time of day: it’s a lot quieter at the end of the afternoon. I liked the structures of the sand dunes, though, they make great subjects.
* Caletón Blanco in the north just below Órzola is vast and I only started liking it when I discovered the wildlife and saw this strikingly beautiful low light in the late afternoon.
* That brings me to my last experience at Caleta del Mojón Blanco. There’s loads of zocos, as the rings of black lavastones are called, and I saw most of them occupied. Anyway, I clambered up the hill on the southside of where the water comes in, and found a zoco private enough to strip off. I saw people in the water with bathing suits on and a group of seven girls wearing black stockings, thick skirts, shawls, sweaters picking a zoco below me. Just not a day to go for a dip sin ropa, that’s what I thought. So I delved into my book and enjoyed the sun, brilliant spot I had. A great tan, yes, thank you. After half an hour I looked up. The girls and the swimsuit family had vanished and from nearly every zoco I saw naturists appearing and walking to the sandy part to get into the water. And from that moment on, new arrivals either stripped off or walked away. That’s how it works. I had a splendid afternoon getting into the water and dry up in the sun.
In some reviews, I had read before I came here that CdP is a village with a strictly 65+ population. That is not my experience. Of course school holidays do play a role in generation diversity, but also outside the Christmas period - which has admittedly more mixed ages -, I saw e.g. young families with strollers passing along and a few couples that I took to be in their forties.
As for my non-naturist experiences, Lanzarote is a great island. It’s very diverse (see some pictures below), more than any other in the archipelago, the landscape is stunning, it’s a paradise for birdwatchers and photographers alike. I loved it and had a great time. Which means I won’t hesitate to book again.
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