Arrival

What else is there to do upon arrival in Corfu but to pop down to the beach and get our feet wet in the Adriatic.

Rising at 03.30, in the air at 05.30 we arrived in Corfu at noon local time and after an hour's coach transfer to our small resort of Arillas in the north west corner of the island we had an afternoon to settle  in and start to explore. 

The small islands off the coast were to be our companions for the week ahead as our balcony looked out at them. Gravia, the largest of the three, is home to a few goats and according to one legend was the ship of Odysseus that Poseidon turned to stone as it returned from Ithaca. I think that same legend is attributed to a number of small rocky islands though. Sykia is named after a fig tree that used to grow on it. Gynaika, the smallest island at the northern end reputedly looks like a woman washing clothes against the rocks when it is hit by crashing waves.

Two other images for the day, as during the week we largely stayed within a kilometre or two of Arillas, are from our coach journey from the airport. Firstly, a small piece of Corfu Town, including a tribute to Mythos Beer of which we were to consume a modest amount over the coming week. Secondly, a typical corfu landscape: west over the olive groves and Cypress trees to the village of Doukades with Liapedes Bay behind.