Bus stop 35626 to Morro Jable – 26th February 2025
Some cliffs then a long stretch along the beach today, which has its good and bad points. A path that doesn’t require you to constantly look where you are placing your feet against the effort to walk through the soft sand.
A lot of naked people today – all seem to be older and Spanish. Which is lovely to see, if you get my meaning. All those people my age and in their seventies letting it all dangle and seemingly proud with it.










Many miles still to go but at least there are beach cafes for a sit down and a coffee.

Just to be clear. Being able to stroll around naked on the beach, or anywhere else for that matter is empowering. If you are over a certain age and all is flabby and saggy then even more so. What, however, is the protocol. I saw a couple in their seventies approach on the path. She was shaven and his poked out from a large grey bush. In front of me the buttocks of quite a portly gentleman, grey fuzz abounding. They obviously knew each other and stopped for a chat as if on the high street in their Sunday best. Brilliant. But is it the Spanish equivalent of, ‘How’s it hanging, Pedro?’ To which the only reply is, ‘As you see it, Juan. And I see that the water’s cold today.’