Getting Naked At Zipolite Mexico Naked Beach

Guest blog by: Nomadic Nudist
Zipolite is among the few beaches in Mexico that takes naturists. The beach is dotted with pubs, restaurants, hotels, fishermen, expat North Americans, expat Italians and joyful Mexicans giggling at our dearth of shame.
I spent my mornings running on the plage followed by skinny dipping and naked sunbathing. J and I rented a bungalow on the hill overlooking the nude Mexiac strand.
Zipolite Mexican Naturist Nude Beach
We’d a hammock, a bed, a backyard kitchen space rather than much more, not even a door. It was perfect.
I spent my time at the bungalow naked, enjoying the sea breeze. J normally wore a sarong. There’s loads to eat along the plage and in town where we found Mexican and Italian food.
Zipolite Unclothed Nudist Mexican Sand Resort
Here are a few selections from my journal composed during our week in Zipolite:
Monday day was spent with J in the hammock. Afterward we walked the period of Zipolite. We caught a sunset from the Eastern end where we drank Cornonas and watched silhouetted fishermen finish their day’s work perched on the giant boulders that protrude from the surf.
Dinner at a beachside restaurant and then back to the bungalow for some reading. J attempted to see TV on the notebook but it didn’t work out. I’m not sure I am miserable about that.
Tuesday, today. I awoke at 6:30 and went to the strand for a skinny dip. I’m not certain the naturist matter is going to work out well here. Very few individuals appear to be doing it. I have seen perhaps less than a dozen nudies, all men, and one topless girl. We are going to see what the heat of the day brings. Right now I ‘m happily roasting in the early morning Mexican sun.
Wed to the most amazing man anyone has ever met.
J took her top off yesterday! I did not always expect that to occur while we were here. There were boys around the second time she went topfree and she said, I’ve to get over myself, as she lost her sarong.
Topfree / Topless Girl at Zipolite Mexican Nude Beach
Had yet another wonderful breakfast with J yesterday morning. Then it was off to Puerto Angel for the one local ATM so that we’d have cash. Of course, the ATM was broken. 15 miles, a trip to San Pedro Pechutla and $200 Pesos after, we had cash.
Our taxi driver kept teasing us to have him drive us to the airport at the conclusion of our excursion. Home is a long ways away, we will see.
(After) I could get used to this. Had a pleasant, leisurely two mile run and then a skinny dip. I could easily run 21 miles weekly and still have so much time for myself. Breakfast, drinking, dinner will all be outstanding. What else will I do? Read? Swim more? All I need is all around me.
Up before sunlight today. Roosters everywhere. Had yet another amazing day with J yesterday. I believe it is second nature now, and I assume she will wear the sarong with no bikini top and that may be that.
Spent the day on the playa. We made plans to check out Shambala, but rather we put in the hammock. Then it was back to the sand for sunset. We got fairly drunk at a pub run by a Chicagoan named Kevin. So intoxicated that we didn’t have as much cash as we would have liked for dinner and spent every last cent on a bottle of wine and two platters. We walked back on the strand, me nude and then J fell into bed while I feigned to stay up but collapsed into the hammock. I anticipated to be hungover today but I seem to be good.
Roosters awakened me again this morning. I’m adoring waking up with the sun but I wonder if it would change if I lived here.
Yesterday, J awoke with a hangover and we took a boat tour. We saw the Indio and the Mono (Indian and Monkey) rock formations. I remember seeing them the last time we were here, for our wedding. Next we saw some porpoises. Then we quit for snorkeling. Next up one other passenger and myself scaled a stone formation and jumped off.
Our guide did a backflip. Then J and another passenger determine to bound as well. Then the guide did another flip. We stopped for lunch and cervezas. We got a ride back to Zipolite in an extremely stereotypical camion.
Dinner at La Provencia. We had a bottle of Spanish wine. Appetizers were a bean pate and goat cheese with beets croquette. J had a mezcal cream sauce chicken and I had an eggplant dish with a provencal bean salad.
Had a breakfast of chilaquiles at a spot called A Nice Place on the Plage. fkk familie discussed our future: Kids, opening a tavern, moving from town. We ran into The Norwegians, a couple from the tour on Thursday. We spoke with them for a while.
Then it was onto the ATM in Porto Angel, which was really working yesterday. J re-met up with the Norwegians for yoga while I went swimming. We grabbed a snack of tlayudas de nopales on the street. Then we returned to our bungalow with our buddies for Havana Club daiqueries. Lots more great conversation. It works out that Thomas is a chef and knows Eleven Madison Park, among other NYC restaurants, so he understood how well known J is.
Opting for a Skinny Dip at Zipolite Nudist Nude Beach in Mexico
The last full day in Zipolite was amazing. I did the normal, wake up, run, skinny dip. J went for an hour or so and a half massage while I lay nude on the strand. The massage left her very content. Dinner was simple pizzas and micheladas on the main street.
It was a wonderful trip.
First full week in the northeast.
This is civilized?
If you see Zipolite, it is important to remember that it’s not Cancun. There aren’t any ATM’s in the town. The closest one is several miles away and it was not working on one of the days we went to get cash. While the people are totally friendly toward North Americans, it helps if you are able to talk a reasonable number of Spanish. It’s also important to note that Zipolite is not a private or approved bare beach. Nudity is born by the locals, but not protected and very few people strip down and very few women go topfree. It all comes down to how comfortable you’re being naked among folks in fabrics.
It appears to me that naked is something to be laughed at in Mexico. The folks are unquestionably more prude than North Americans when it comes to keeping themselves in fabrics, but they’re not almost as judgmental of nudies. They might point and laugh but, should you be confident enough to see the silliness in wearing clothes in the hot sunshine, you are able to laugh with them, and will be fine.