Finally Headed South – Guided by Beauty, Welcomed by Sivota, Greece

Escaping the northwest’s grip, I was rewarded with a jaw-dropping coastal drive and a soulful welcome in Sivota—a pearl cradled by turquoise coves and stone-laced charm.

After six days of waiting for my mail in the North West, I was finally on my way again. The road bent south, and with it, the landscape bloomed into one long, slow exhale. Gone were the tight turns and stubborn winds. In their place: bright yellow roadside wildflowers, cobalt waters hugging quiet shores, and horizon lines that seemed to loosen something inside me.

From the cab, the Ionian shimmered like brushed silk—each bay teasing a pause. Across the water, a string of humble villages lay tucked into folds of olive-covered hills, whitewashed homes blinking like signals. It felt less like driving and more like being gently pulled forward.

And then, the welcome.

Sivota.

Not brash, not polished. Just right. Stone paths winding through bright facades. Weathered churches. Bicycles bursting with flowers like they’d been waiting just for me. Some shops catering to tourists, some supporting marine activities. And in the middle of it all, a kind of unspoken stillness—like the town knows it’s beautiful and doesn’t need to try too hard.

The harbour here doesn’t boast—it hums. Cafés stretch out under canvas canopies, their shadows dappling old stone. Boats drift in with no hurry. And I, finally, do the same.

And I’m dying to know if those boat rental prices are hourly, half day or all day prices.

 

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