I am not really a beach person, I get quickly bored and I think that sand is completely incompatible with the intimate nooks and crannies of the human body. In selecting a favourite beach however this one wins hands down!
Cofete beach on Fuerteventura, which is one of the Canary Islands, which I visited on 21st November 2001.
Cofete is a small village in the south-western part of the Jandia peninsula in Fuerteventura and nearby it has a sandy windswept Atlantic facing beach that is about five kilometers long so gloriously empty that every person on it gets about a thousand square metres of space all to themselves. The beach is not really suitable for safe bathing and the advice is that you shouldn’t swim here unless you are Sharon Davis or Duncan Goodhew because of the high waves and the strong current. There is something curiously mysterious about it, deserted, solitary, lonely, and brooding away in the background are the eight-hundred metre high mountains of Jandia that seem to separate it from the inhabited holiday side half of the island. The weather is almost always breezy, the waves are very high and the beach appears breathtakingly eerie but nevertheless beautiful. There are never many people on the beach because it is so inaccessible and there are no lifeguards to rely on in an emergency.
To get there it is necessary to drive over twenty kilometres of track that in some places only allows for single file traffic. Some of the passing places have steep drops to the side, and the journey can only realistically be tackled in a jeep or four-wheel drive vehicle and believe me it is a really uncomfortable journey, but one worth making nevertheless. The route there goes through the very pretty Punta Pesebre, the Playa de los Ojos (Eyes beach), which is difficult to access, and the fishing port of Puerto de la Cruz before the lovely Playa de las Pilas.
If you want to sunbathe without any clothes on then this is the place to do it. The beach is permanently deserted and there is enough private space to stretch out and enjoy the sun on the parts that it does not normally reach! Some of the people on the beach were doing beach exercises this morning and I began to speculate about what were the three most dangerous athletics events for a naturist and I decided that they would just have to be the high jump, the pole vault because you certainly don’t want your exposed bits and pieces dangling about in mid-air and most of all, especially for a man, hurdling. Imagine slapping your dangly bits into the cross beam every ten metres or so, the thought of it makes my eyes water!