Alexandra Billington escapes the madding crowd on the island of Naxos.

© Kira Kaplinski / 123rf.com

© Kira Kaplinski / 123rf.com

I travelled to Naxos with a man I call Toro. He wanted beaches (I hate lolling around on beaches), and he wanted lashings of sun (I hate too much sun), so we compromised  …and had a beach holiday with lashings of sun. So, where’s the compromise, you may be wondering. Naxos itself, actually.

I’d never been to the large island of Naxos before – five and a half hours from Piraeus via ferry (35 Euros), but having just spent two weeks traveling around it (as well as lolling on one of the many beaches), I recommend it if you’re looking for a place to get away from it all, but with a little of everything; traditional villages, history, cool bars, and lashings of Cycladic sun.

Avoid, if you can, the Agia Anna bar called Banana (a kind of Café del Mar vibe) in peak season where our cocktails took 45 minutes (“This is getting impolite” said the super-patient Toro) to arrive – separately – via a surly waiter: my only criticism of a near-perfect fortnight on an idyllic Greek Island.