A flood of Irish people are looking to buy property in Lanzarote, according to yesterday's (11/04/2010) Sunday Tribune:
http://www.tribune.ie/property/article/2010/apr/11/sun-and-moon-guaranteed/
The article claims that:
The majority are planning a permanent home, as opposed to a holiday pad.
"This is quite a new thing – before this we hadn't really had people enquiring about the island in terms of a complete lifestyle change as is often the pattern in the UK. But now there is an attitude of 'enough is enough' in relation to the gloomy economic situation at home."
A nice plug for Lanzarote in a national Sunday newspaper, if nothing else.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Nudists and naturism in Lanzarote
When they walk into a pub/restaurant of an evening, you just know to look at some people that they were stark naked in Papagayo a few hours earlier.
And it's not the great tan or lack of strap marks that gives it away. Rather, it's the big grins on their face that fail to hide the fact that they feel duur-tier (great Oirish word!) and sexier than they usually do (back in Oslo, Frankfurt, Croyden, Wexford, or wherever it is they hail from).
I've never seen the great attraction in it myself, but I can appreciate that others find the whole idea of being naked in public (-ish) places absolutely invigorating (hence, the big grins, one imagines). There's something of an exhibitionist tendency to it, for me. If you've got something to show off, then great. But from what I gather, those mostly middle-aged couples who do let it all hang out, often have too much to let hang out - images of sagging bellies and boobs on both the women and the men spring to mind, unfortunately.
Thankfully for those of us who don't like such sights, Papagayo is not someplace you happen across easily, (nor is it exclusively for naturists). Indeed, you have to kinda go out of your way to get to the beach there.
What's not so out of the way though is a village - whose name mysteriously escapes me now (!) - in the middle (north?) of the island; where, I've been reliably informed, people can let it all hang out wherever they like. Shops, walking down the street, even bars and restaurants apparently are cool with the naturist thing. Many's the unsuspecting tourist has supposedly happened upon this clothes-free zone, only to be struck blind for all eternity by the god-less creatures therein with their willies and fionnulas on show for all to see.
But before anyone gets excited and sets out to find this place, I should state that it might be just an urban legend. Or it might be a story for the day that's in it.
Or it might all be true...
My advice? Don't take a chance and drop your keks the next time you're in Tahiche in the hope that you're in the right place. Head for Papagayo and get the all-over tan sorted first!
And it's not the great tan or lack of strap marks that gives it away. Rather, it's the big grins on their face that fail to hide the fact that they feel duur-tier (great Oirish word!) and sexier than they usually do (back in Oslo, Frankfurt, Croyden, Wexford, or wherever it is they hail from).
I've never seen the great attraction in it myself, but I can appreciate that others find the whole idea of being naked in public (-ish) places absolutely invigorating (hence, the big grins, one imagines). There's something of an exhibitionist tendency to it, for me. If you've got something to show off, then great. But from what I gather, those mostly middle-aged couples who do let it all hang out, often have too much to let hang out - images of sagging bellies and boobs on both the women and the men spring to mind, unfortunately.
Thankfully for those of us who don't like such sights, Papagayo is not someplace you happen across easily, (nor is it exclusively for naturists). Indeed, you have to kinda go out of your way to get to the beach there.
What's not so out of the way though is a village - whose name mysteriously escapes me now (!) - in the middle (north?) of the island; where, I've been reliably informed, people can let it all hang out wherever they like. Shops, walking down the street, even bars and restaurants apparently are cool with the naturist thing. Many's the unsuspecting tourist has supposedly happened upon this clothes-free zone, only to be struck blind for all eternity by the god-less creatures therein with their willies and fionnulas on show for all to see.
But before anyone gets excited and sets out to find this place, I should state that it might be just an urban legend. Or it might be a story for the day that's in it.
Or it might all be true...
My advice? Don't take a chance and drop your keks the next time you're in Tahiche in the hope that you're in the right place. Head for Papagayo and get the all-over tan sorted first!
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