A sandy beach with a pebbly shoreline, Podaras is very popular with Greeks, which probably explains the “Nudism Forbidden” and “No Camping” signs that greet visitors. However, a Captain Barefoot reporter from September 2003 said that certainly hadn’t discouraged a row of tents being pitched under the trees, and by early afternoon with everyone else having moved on it also meant it became perfectly possible to bare all. There are no refreshments (although Tavari Beach is close by), but there were toilets – and a changing hut, even if it didn’t have a door! But then who needs a door when you’re a naturist? In fact, who needs a changing hut, for that matter?

Podaras

Podaras

8:56 pm, Sep 20, 2026

24°C

scattered clouds

Humidity: 59 %

Pressure: 1019 mb

Wind: 13 mph

Wind Gust: 26 mph

Clouds: 26%

Visibility: 10 km

Sunrise: 7:01 am

Sunset: 7:17 pm

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2021 July: I came to Podaras at 11 a.m. There were quite many tents at the beach entrance, the old changing hut without door, showers AND a functioning great beach taverna! Mom cooks and daughter speaks English, plays great music and helps customers.

In the first part of the beach there were some families with children (all textile) and it seemed not to be suitable for bare it all. But if you continue walking to the northwest part, there’s a rather narrower pebble part with rocky wall behind. Unfortunately, there is almost no shadow until the sun isn’t so strong, so bring your parasol. I was all alone the whole day with the exception of one little motorboat that dropped anchor in my bay after having sailed by a couple of times (controlling and quarrelling about my baring it all, I thought). An elder man came down, sat some minutes on the rocks, swam to the other side of the bay, came up to land again and then came back by land (cruising, I thought). But he hardly looked at me, threw a quick “kalimera” and return to his boat. So I think there was a third option – curiosity! “Who the hell is that guy alone and naked doing?!” Well, I was having a great time!