The rustic little village of Assos is nestled around a horseshoe shaped harboured and surrounded by dramatic coastal scenery.
It’s the next stop on our Kefalonian village tour and we get our first glimpse of it from up high and from afar.
After parking up in the world’s most traumatic (AKA local Greek) carpark – complete with people playing dodgems with actual cars, we take a peek over the wall for our first glimpses of the heavenly warm waters.
It’s hard to believe that this is the last time we will actually see foreign waters for a long time! Little did we know what was heading for us in 2020. I wish I had appreciated it more at the time.
I can almost feel the heat wafting off the screen and feel the salty air tangling my hair. I whinged about it at the time. Stupid woman.
The village itself is a glorious riot of colour tumbling down the hillside to the harbour. I want to break off a piece of that pink house and see if it tastes as sweet as it looks!
Tiny husband is in his element – it’s scorching and he is getting a tan. I meanwhile am drooping like a dehydrated houseplant.
The rich vegetation, full of pines and cypress trees, meets the indigo blue waters of the Ionian Sea, making for an incredible place to while away a few hours.
Tragically my hipster trilby meets a sad end as a violent (yet very welcome) gust of wind propels it into the harbour. It’s rescued by some passing swimmers but has got all soggy and shapeless!
Assos is probably the prettiest village on Kefalonia in my humble opinion. It’s compact and cute but can probably get hellishly crowded in peak season.
A last little look at the pretty fishing town of Fiscardo now between we head on with our Kefalonian jaunt.
I try to go for an Insta worthy pose – feel like rather a tool TBH! Not sure how people have the patience (or the lack of embarrassment) to get their significant others to take what appears to be 100s of posed pics . . .
I would much rather focus on one of my favourite things – painted walls and rusting shutter hinges!!
Horror of horrors – someone offers to take a photo of us both together – hence the rather pained expressions on both our faces (and the appearance of the ‘frilled lizard’ neck flesh)
A last saunter (or languid melt in my case) through the main harbour as we head onwards to our next destination.
Today’s time travelling trawl takes us back to the beautiful Kefalonian village of Fiscardo in 2019.
With its pretty little beach, bustling harbour and terraces of adorable houses, it is picture postcard perfect.
Fiscardo is unique in that it is the only village on Kefalonia that has so many of the original Venetian buildings intact and still in use.
From every vantage point the azure ocean stretches to the horizon with any number of boats bobbing serenely on its surface.
Fiscardo is a bit of a boaters paradise and the harbour is jammed pack with boats of all sizes and specifications.
The buildings in Fiscardo managed to escape the devastating earthquake of 1953 that destroyed many parts of Kefalonia. Most of the houses are built in the attractive Venetian design and painted in pastel colours.
Shops and tavernas huddle around the harbour offering numerous opportunities to enjoy the day’s fresh catch.
The ubiquitous Bougainvillea drapes its shocking pink bracts over every surface, brazen in the knowledge that it steals the show every time!
Weathered wood, traditional textiles and colourful paintings are also on offer to the souvenir seekers.
Colourful walls sit baking in the midday sun while sunflowers are an obvious choice to flourish in this sweltering Greek town.
Dropping down to the harbour side offers some respite from the heat and I am a sucker for a floaty boaty!
Taking a walk away from the town and around the headland reveals more stunning, private little covers where clear waters lap at your feet as warm as bath water!
There’s so much to see that it warrants another post! So enjoy the sun seeking hubby as he paddles in the glorious water below!