Few Greek islands carry as many reputations at once as Zakynthos. To one set of travellers it is the photograph everyone has seen, a rusting freighter on a white-sand cove framed by sheer limestone cliffs, the postcard known the world over as Navagio. To another, it is something quite different: an island of cypress-shaded hills, ancient olive groves, hidden western inlets where the sea turns electric blue, and a long southern bay where loggerhead turtles still come ashore to nest as they have for millennia.
The Zakythos we love sits in its quiet corners. Mornings unfold over coffee on a terrace above Vasilikos; afternoons disappear into a fjord-like cove on the western coast; evenings settle into a long, late dinner in a hill village, the lights of Zakynthos Town glittering on the water far below. Once you find that rhythm, the island becomes one of the most rewarding in the Ionian.






