I’d been saying for ages that I needed to visit El Portús. I’d seen and heard so much about it that I finally managed to find a few days to get over there. I mean, it would be somewhat ironic if I took too much time out and ended up not being able to produce H&E, wouldn’t it?
Long-standing H&E contributor Charlie Simonds is just one of lots of people for whom El Portús is among their favourite naturist resorts – indeed, Charlie says it’s his number one Spanish nude destination – so I contacted him and arranged to meet him there for a week at the end of April. He was accompanied by Lola, who is a bubbly burlesque dancer and relishes the chance to shed a few more clothes when she can (as she told us in the February 2016 issue of H&E).
I couldn’t really have picked a better week; as the UK shivered in unseasonably wintry conditions, in south-eastern Spain it was largely blue skies and sunshine with temperatures in the mid-20s. I flew from Leeds Bradford Airport to the even smaller Murcia-San Javier Airport. Charlie and Lola picked me up in their Fiat Panda hire car and we headed straight for El Portús, which is an easy 45-minute drive – as long as you know where you’re going.
The resort is perfectly located in a naturally self-contained bay, bordered on all sides by rocky hills, and gently sloping down to a small, fairly shingly, beach. Everything you should need is on site, including large indoor and outdoor pools, bar and restaurant, a well-stocked supermarket, gym and spa, boules court, etc, and despite the fact the resort is fairly big, it’s also quite compact; nowhere is particularly far from anywhere.
For more words and pictures, check out the July 2016 issue of H&E.