The first thing to hit you on arrival in
Kavos is the rank smell of rotting black seaweed regularly washed up on the nasty beach. It's augmented by the stench of broken drains, foul toilets and a vomit-lined main street. Desperately dire and unrivalled for ugliness, Kavos is for the mentally challenged 18-30 year old. Gangs of youths looking for a 'larf' give the place the hostile air of an English soccer town on match day. Expect shops selling lewd T-shirts, video bars named after TV sitcoms and lager swilling bozos trying to match IQs against sandal sizes. Men usually outnumber women about 10-1 by the way. Kavos resort is a single busy street, no pavement, with scores of bars, clubs and cafes that go mental from 11.30pm to sunrise. Club and bar touts are the usual problem - there are scores of them and they don't take no for an answer, some will even forcibly drag you in. Take plenty of money - drinks are not cheap and usually watered down. Food is more reasonably priced but almost exclusively pizzas, burgers, kebabs and chips. Thieving is common and walking is dangerous as the narrow roads are full of half-wit schoolboys outgunning each other on bikes at 60mph. There is a very exciting atmosphere on the main narrow drag though when everyone spills out of the bars to dance in the street.
Kavos beach is covered in rotting seaweed, fag ends, beer cans, condoms and it's often used as a nighttime toilet by clubbers. The water is oily and murky, not surprising with sewage pipes running into it. Boat trips are a good way to escape the place - those to Parga, Paxos and Blue Lagoon are good. Don't even think about out-of-season - the place shuts like a clam when the 18-30s leave