Paradise beyond the dune
"Gran Canaria Island, in the Canary Islands, Spain. The dunes of Maspalomas
is massive. Once a sand storm occurs, the nudist could get lost ..... "
When I was reading a magazine, I found the article. "Massive dune"
"Nudist" Either words sounded so exiting to me. Since then, I
had long waited the chance for visiting the island.
The chance has come. On the day, I was standing at the entrance of the
dunes. On the edge of the residential area, the yard of hotel is the entrance.
1.5 km from there to the sea, 4 km in width extensive dunes stretched.
It was much bigger than I had expected. And the fact that all the sand was blown from the Sahara gave me a massive fantasy.
I was walking on the dune. As written in the article, I lost the sight
when I'm in the bottom of the dunes. Even when I stand on the top of the
dune, the land marks were only the light house, the hotel buildings and
the sea far away in the sight. In the night without the moon light, I could
However, it's dunes, not desert. The people whom I met from time to time
was neither a camel caravan, The Touareg tribe nor the Berber people. It's
a tourist enjoying a trekking.
But, they put clothes. What's going on the other theme "Nudist"?
I was almost forgetting about it, and photographed beautiful dunes.
Suddenly, the naked old man's buttocks were coming into the frame. He was
jogging. I was frightened. Then naked hip of the old woman framed in. When
I looked back, I saw many naked elder people were running up to me. In
shortly after, I was sounded by the group of naked runners. And they passed
over me as if I didn't even exist there.
"This is the nudists" The nudist beach exist indeed. However,
"nudist = naked girl" the happy going formula which had been
in my mind was completely smashed by the naked old runners. "But where
did they come from?" When I looked over the dunes, I saw the young
woman was let the clothes fluttering in the wind. The ocean breeze looked
comfortable for her. I started walking toward her. She was also walking
up to me. We met in the middle of the distance. When I saw her, I was so
frighten. Because the beautiful woman were naked. The cloth which I had
thought clothes was a transparent lace. Now the naked woman held it in
her hand. I pretended remaining calm and saluted her with eyes. However
to be honest, I really didn't know which way to look.
When I climb up the dune where the woman had used to be, I saw the paradise
of nudist below my eyes. From the young to the old, the naked men and women
were chatting, bathing on the beach, reading the book and flirting each
other. I didn't have the brave to get into the paradise with a camera and
,of course, with clothes although I didn't know what kind of brave it was.
This French born strange culture. In the pious catholic country and in
the Canary Islands where was far away from European mainland, how did the
residents think about the naked tourists? Of course, it's free world. Going
naked in a certain place is the freedom of an individual. Unless I had
yearned for the word "Nudist" once, the actual scene seemed quite
strange to me. I must be an old type person. Or my nudity would wake up
when I get into the paradise and take off my all clothes.
"Dune" Gran Canaria Island, Spain 1993
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