Since  visiting Corsica, I’ve been pretty slack with keeping up to date with the posts. Following the drama when arriving at our villa in Corsica, it was a pretty relaxing break. With everyday lounging around the stunning private pool, and occasionally exploring the nearby towns.

The villa overlooked the beautiful landscapes of Figari, and was a ten-minute stroll away from the town. Figari is a tiny village, accommodating a handful of small stores; yet it has an airport named after it!

On one of the days we visited Bonifacio, which is the most fantastic town! It is a city placed on the best and only major harbour in the south of the island. It has picturesque imagery and dominating heritage. The town is split into two parts, The vieille ville (old town), or la Haute Ville (the Upper city).


Bonifacio also has a beach attached to it; La Tonnara Beach.  We went kayaking here for a day. To our amazement we found it surprisingly easy to kayak to this historical cave, which rewarded us with the perfect scenic views! However, after jumping in and out and generally exhausting ourselves… We decided to head to a small Island en route back, it was tough but we got there, where I collapsed on the beach… using the excuse that I was sunbathing and not pathetically worn out!! With limited time to get back, we got back in the boat to face the hardest challenge, with the wind direction completely against us…


Corsica has some of the best views I have ever experienced. With the architecture being out of this world (like most french buildings).

We stayed in the South, which is a quiet area, providing the perfect retreat to relax and unwind. I know my mother intends on going back next year!!





Travelling to Corsica

After my mother completed a school project on Corsica’s history thirty years ago, we decided to take one of the most confusing flight journeys ever, and explore Corsica’s beautiful scenery.

We left home at 5am to get to Heathrow with three hours before we fly. Typically, we experienced serious traffic jams, due to overnight flooding. This left us with limited time.. stressed before we even began our four tier journey!!

You’d be surprised to hear that this journey was relatively stress free once we left Heathrow; despite having to get a bus from one side of Paris to the other; Future reference – Paris (CDG) and Paris (Orly) are miles from each other!
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Finally arriving in Figari at 10pm.. Astounded that we didn’t miss any flights, I began to relax… my part of the organising was done. All we needed to do was find our private villa, 6km from the airport… How hard can that be?

Well, with a very basic map and it being dark.. this turned out to be impossible. I turned on my data roaming to use google maps, and before i even managed to use it, i received a text.. “You have spent £36.39 using our Europe Zone Data”… Nightmare!!

We arrived at a house on an old track where we thought our villa may be, an old man opened his door, looking very confused. He invited us in, and we explained our dilemma. We tried calling the villa and the number was out of use… Everyone turned to me… “Does the Villa exist?”

After using Jean-Pierre’s internet, we found the correct address online and found our villa. Panic over? Definitely not.

It was now 12:30am, and with no number to call, we had no idea how to get into our villa. The area looked deserted. One light was on in one of the bedrooms, so we decided that was our villa and following our unsuccessful break in. We camped outside on the sunbeds, to begin with it was ok and we managed to sleep. Once it got to about 3am, I woke up feeling damp, freezing, but still found it pretty amusing! It was just so typical us! IMG_9534.JPG

Changing the plan to set up camp in the hire car, the four of us tried to sleep. Roughly an hour later… a car arrived, saved? Not yet.

He didn’t speak any english, and after Emily’s limited vocabulary and an attempt at charades… His mother arrived, who pointed out that we were not staying in her villa. Great…

She woke up her brother who owned the other Villa; who had no idea it was booked. So despite now being able to go inside our villa, it was not prepared for our arrival and therefore we still couldn’t get the remaining few hours of the night in a bed!!

Why did I ever think I’d be able to single handedly organise a stress free trip abroad? I am a rookie traveller!

The villa was stunning, and almost worth the wait…


Les Villas de Petra Grossa, Domaine de Petra Grossa, Figari, 20114, France