Nude Cyclists in Casa de Campo, Madrid, Spain

Yup. It’s pretty much what the title says. Nude Cyclists in Casa de Campo.

Ok, ok – she’s wearing a thong.

But close enough.

nude cyclists in casa de campo, madrid, spain

I snapped a shot of these two free spirits in Casa de Campo today. To be fair, I was half naked at the time myself, and I gotta respect them for going all the way.

Nude cycling! What a concept! (Don’t forget to slather your nuts with sun cream…)


If you’ve spent any amount of time in Spain, you know that Spanish people love to debate about which is better: Madrid or Barcelona?

I’ve been to Barcelona a couple of times, and really it never did much for me. Gaudí. The beach. Whatever.

Mainly what I remember from my last visit was an old guy cycling naked along La Barceloneta. He had impossibly small genitalia and I wondered if perhaps he practiced nude cycling as some sort of overcompensation mechanism.

Well, score one for Madrid in the debate! Now we have  this sort of free-spirited (on weekends) northern European silliness, too!


Mr Chorizo.

P.S. See also Celebrating Spring and the timeless brilliance of Summer is Coming to Madrid: 6 Things I’m Excited About (which some people don’t like, for some reason I can never fathom.)

P.P.S. Updated, years later: I was recently in Berlin, and OMG. There was a park there I would just go ahead and rename “the Forest of Schlongs”. That’s some free-spiritedness fo’ yo’ ass. The number of naked guys hanging around in public was kinda shocking. And just the general weirdness of Berlin. Anyway, it was fun.


How did I end up in Spain? Why am I still here almost 20 years later? Excellent questions. With no good answer... Anyway, at some point I became a blogger, bestselling author and contributor to Lonely Planet. So there's that. Drop me a line, I'm happy to hear from you.

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