Fiskardo is a picturesque Greek harbour village on the Northern tip of Kefalonia. The largest and wildest of the seven Ionian islands.
I have spent 2 hours in Fiskardo but it was enough to convince me to put it on my agenda and write about it. It is a small village. But the only one that survived the 1953 Ionian earthquake. This one will be hard to forget in the Greek history. In mid August 1953 there were 113 earthquakes in total and the strongest, with a 7.2 magnitude, raised up the whole island of Kefalonia by 60 cm. Fiskardo escaped undamaged, as if the Gods were holding it in their hands.
I felt magic walking trough its colorful streets, full colorful tables, and even the sunset was colorful than usual. The houses, all tiny and not more than 2 stores high smile at the sea in all the colors of the universe. It takes one hour to stroll from one end to the other. Its an anti-depressive village. Even the fishermen had more colorful nets than elsewhere. Its impossible to stay grumpy in Fiskardo. Something will make you smile.
The port is filled with big yachts of the tourists, local fisherman boats and actually Fiskardo is a very important port for touristic ferrys to Lefkada.
I could not imagine how the big ferry to Lefkada can fit into this small crowded port. But it did. 45 minutes later than scheduled, but it did. When I was asking at the ticket office when it will arrive, the answer was “soon, soon mam”. In Greece, time is so relative. And so it should stay.
For me the island of Kefalonia was love at first sight. Its exactly how I like it: wild, naked, green, with mountains and beaches at eye’s reach, quiet, with many tiny secluded beaches calling you to discover them…and Fiskardo was just the last kiss Kefalonia gave me. And the best.