Winging It to Corfu: Ryanair, Flip-Flops, and a Seaside Stroll

#budgetairlines Sometimes all it takes is a budget flight and a beach dream. For less than £40, Ryanair flew me straight from city chaos to Corfu, where olive trees meet turquoise waters, and sandals are basically a lifestyle. Landing in a Postcard The descent into Corfu is a preview of paradise—green hills dropping into deep blue seas, and tiny whitewashed houses scattered like confetti. The airport is so close to the sea, I felt like we might splash down instead of touch down. In under 30 minutes, I was checked into a budget guesthouse (clean, breezy, €30/night), had changed into shorts, and was on my way to the coast with a single goal: wander and do absolutely nothing important. Beachfront Wandering: Sun, Shade, and Stray Cats Corfu doesn’t try too hard. That’s the charm. I followed the road from Corfu Town toward the water, passing blooming bougainvillea, sleepy cafés, and old men playing backgammon in the shade. The sea shimmered just beyond a low stone wall. I hopped down to a rocky path and started walking—no map, no hurry. The Ionian Sea was calm, the breeze just right, and the soundtrack was waves lapping and distant mopeds buzzing like lazy bees. Every now and then, a small pebble beach appeared—mostly empty except for locals swimming or reading under a hat. I kicked off my flip-flops and joined them. No beach fee, no reservations, no worries.