A beacon of Canada’s progressive past and present, Wreck Beach
has been proudly clothing-optional since the early 1970s, making
this sandy stretch North America’s first ever (and largest) nude
beach. Accessible only by foot, it’s frequented by liberal students
from the nearby University of British Columbia – though something
tells us these young things wouldn’t mind if the beach weren’t so
secluded. Wreck is like a dreamy relic of Summer of Love Canada. In
place of stores and restaurants, vendors sell snacks and sunscreen
(we suggest loading up on both), and there’s an undeniable scent of
weed in the air – simply put, if
people were wearing clothes, they’d likely be tie-dye.

In the opening scene of the 1956 film And God Created Woman,
Brigitte Bardot lounges on Plage de Tahiti, golden limbed and sans
clothing. Since the blonde bombshell’s scantily clad endorsement,
this slice of the French Riviera has become the
beach of choice holidaymakers who prefer their tans without the
lines. The stretch is soft and sandy, surrounded by pine trees and
dotted with orange-and-white striped umbrellas and loungers. The
vibe is laissez-faire in everything except cost; as the preferred
locale of big-wigs with bigger wallets, everything from beach chair
rental to cocktails comes with an extortionate price tag. Bare here
and you’ll be rubbing shoulders (among a host of other body parts)
with Hollywood’s most glam. A reminder: when you spot an A-lister
in the buff, stay nonchalant and resist the urge to snap a pic, so
not French.

The rusty-hued sand of Crete’s Red Beach offers something a
little different from Greece’s standard shores… and in more ways
than just its appearance. Its approach to nudity has been an
open-armed welcome since the beach became a hotspot for Europe’s
naturists in the 1960s. Have your fill of sunshine and explore the
nearby caves and ruins (don’t be fooled, those signs on the cave
wall are a local hoax, not prehistoric markings) before heading to
Yiannis, a beach bar where you can sip on a mojito totally nude.
Just a 20-minute hike from Matala, Red Beach is convenient for a
quick skinny-dip, but also prone to becoming a towel-to-towel
situation during peak months.

Although Brazil is renowned for itsy-bitsy bikini bottoms (read:
dental floss), Praia do Pinho allows birthday suits only. Far from
being seedy and scandalous, it’s best described as a naturist beach
with a family-friendly complex, clothing-optional camping grounds
and children’s play areas. Beach officials here want to create a
safe space for all of its visitors; an aim that has manifested in
the barring of unaccompanied men from select sections of the beach.
The result is a space of acceptance and sanctuary, underpinned by a
philosophy of reconnecting with nature. From tiny tots to
free-spirited grandpas, everyone is welcome here, wobbly bits and
all.

As one of the most nudist-friendly countries in the world, it’s
no surprise that Spain is home to multiple beaches where bare buns
and topless tanning don’t raise eyebrows. With powdery sand and
shallow seas, Mallorca’s Es Trenc is our pick of the bunch. The
largest of the Balearic islands, Mallorca has long offered respite
from tourist-ravaged Magaluf, and Es Trenc is ideal for beach-goers
looking to get as far away from the mega-resorts as possible.
Unattached to a hotel – a marvel in such a popular destination –
this beach enjoys a lack of development, meaning less tourists and
more nature. The shoreline may be long and undulating, but nudity
is concentrated in its middle section where the sands are narrow.
Things get a little close for comfort during peak season, so unless
you’re okay with some accidental skin-to-skin action we’d steer
clear from June – September.

Few places are as renowned for golden sun and golden bums as
Australia, and Adelaide’s Maslin Beach is your go-to for a healthy
dose of the two. Sanctioned in 1975, Maslin was the country’s first
legal nude beach. Being only an hour’s drive south of the city, its
relaxed attitude and cerulean waters soon enticed beach bums (in
the figurative and literal sense) to its three kilometres of
cliff-backed coastline. Expect the usual suspects: soft sand, good
waves and clear skies – but also be prepared for the annual Nude
Olympics (later changed to the Pilwarren Maslin Beach Nude Games
after the official Olympic committee protested the alliance).
Hotly-contested events include three-legged races, doughnut eating
competitions and, of course, the illustrious crowning of the
official “best bum”.

Few destinations have appeared on as many Pinterest boards as
Italy’s Cinque Terre. Its string of
centuries-old villages hugging the coastline are endlessly
covetable – and everybody knows it. Between the fashion set with
their Hermès towels tucked under-arm and Florentine families on a
day-trip, it’s hard to find inch of sand for yourself. But if
you’re willing to strip (or see others doing so) you’ll find a
world – or at the very least a patch – of tanning locales. One such
place is Guvano, a pebbly coved tucked in a rocky gorge between
Vernazza and Corniglia where buff Italian bohemians liked to party
in the Seventies. The stuff of legends, this beach is appropriately
challenging to reach; it’s accessible only by way of an abandoned
railway tunnel. Pack a flashlight because it’s pitch black for the
large part of the 15-minute walk – but a relatively small price to
pay for la dolce vita waiting at the end of the tunnel,
literally.