If you’re dreaming of sun-soaked Corsica holidays filled with charm, culture, and crystal-clear seas, this post is for you. It was back in late 1997, way before mobile phones and travel blogs when my boss announced that he was looking for someone to head out to the island of Corsica (La Corse) to set up a new company base in the south of this little-known Mediterranean island.
For some years the company “Holiday Options” had chartered aircraft to the northern airports of Bastia and Calvi while utilising scheduled British Airways services into Corsica’s west coast capital of Ajaccio. However, they had never invested in a flight program to the tiny airport of Figari at the bottom of this French but fiercely independent “Ile de Beaute”.
The timing was perfect – a relationship had ended, the pangs of travelling and adventure were once again surfacing and the opportunity to discover a new destination and to challenge myself was too good to resist.
Was this the moment to take a new direction in my life – of “Corse” it was!
En Route To Corsica
In April 1998, I packed—well, crammed—a rather shoddy plum-coloured Ford Escort and headed for Dover before a long journey down the route de Soleil to Nice in France where I spent the night at the Hotel Le Negresco on the Promenade Des Anglais, the most famous hotel in Nice, courtesy of a favour from a kind member of staff who was a personal friend of our finance manager…. it’s who you know…. you know!!
After a night wallowing in a glittery pea-green marble bath the size of a Renault 5, I took the 4.5-hour-long ferry over to a wet and dreary Ile Rousse in northern Corsica. I then drove across the north coast past pretty St Florent and the Patrimonio vineyards to the industrial centre of Bastia, a city I never really embraced, before hanging a right turn and heading south about 150 kilometres, hugging the east coast of the island all the way.
With every kilometre that I drove the weather improved and as I got close to my new home it was as if someone was watching down on me as the sun was shining, the crickets were chirping and that unmistakable Mediterranean fragrance of pine trees and maquis-filled the air – I had at last arrived.
The Start Of A New Life
I pulled into the little hamlet of La Trinite de Porto Vecchio, just north of the main town of Porto Vecchio and checked in with the local electrician, Monsieur Marchetti, who was renting out his little apartment to me for the year. At least I knew who to call in the event of a power cut – as I said, it’s who you know… you know!
It was at this moment in my life that I can honestly say my life changed. After emptying the shoddy plum-coloured Escort, I shut the apartment door behind me and stared at the boxes. With everything I owned and my life there in front of me, I am not afraid to say it… I cried!
Come on Rupert what the hell – I mean you haven’t cried since Paul Gascoigne got sent off in the World Cup semi-final of 1990 so why now? I now look back on that moment (the Corsica one not the Paul Gascoigne one) and realise it was a defining moment in my life – I was tired and alone on an island in the med – I knew nobody, I could not speak the language, the emotions of leaving home, a poorly Mum and friends all left behind and this was it – the start of my new life. I will never forget that moment and often wonder if all those people who head off to the sun every year to work, possibly have that same emotion – perhaps they just don’t admit it until they’re older.
Now Monsieur Marchetti, did not speak a word of English, in fact even worse, he spoke Corsican, a mix of Latin and Italian but he owned a yacht and had an attractive daughter, so I soon snapped out of my emotional state and promptly learned some Corsican chat up lines and had the time of my life discovering every square inch of this truly beautiful Mediterranean island.
Small and Hot, That’s Figari
At some time during the next few days I headed 30 minutes inland to Figari Airport – this was to be my office for the year where I would greet our mainly affluent, middle to older-aged guests and whisk them off to their accommodation for an island briefing and a glass of fizz. Now back then Figari Airport was the size of…two Renault 5’s. It had no air-conditioning and one coffee bar selling…. well …coffee…. however, if your luck was in then there was a charcuterie-filled baguette.. this was to be my staple diet for the next six months!
Over the next 4 weeks, I negotiated deals with car hire companies, and boat excursions, sampled restaurants, met hoteliers, and villa owners and travelled all around the island to truly understand it, before the first guests arrived in early May. My French improved quickly and I particularly remember learning the word “disponibiite” which means “availability” in French – useful when you need a last-minute hotel room due to overbooking.
The morning of the first arrivals into Figari, I got to meet the other reps who were to become my friends and drinking buddies… Alistair and Bea a couple representing Simply Travel whom I recall catching and barbequing a moray eel with one evening (it tastes like chicken – it always does right… but avoid the head as it’s poisonous!). Then there was Florence a lovely mischievous partner in crime from Corsican Places, a ginger-haired lady with freckles from Corsican Affair and then a guy who did not last long from Voyages Ilena – not sure why – maybe he evaporated due to the lack of air-con!
Porto Vecchio, Corsica
Now most guests coming for a holiday in Corsica and arriving in Figari will stay in and around the town of Porto Vecchio.
A historic old town with a small harbour which is lined with restaurants, ice cream parlours and “plongee” schools – or to you and me… dive centres! From here you can take the lung-bursting walk or catch the road train up to the citadel up high with a gorgeous square, a church and numerous bars and restaurants with al fresco dining and in some cases a sea view.
The food in Corsica is amazing. With the Italian influence, you have incredible pasta and pizza options aplenty and then with the French influence you get the gorgeous salads, the steaks, the charcuterie boards, the various cheeses and straight out of the med the fish of which daurade and rouget or red mullet is popular. One speciality I always recall, but not in a positive way, was “Oursins”, which they sell at little kiosks on the roadside – a squeeze of lemon and a cocktail stick will enable you to pick out the contents of a spiky, gristly, uncooked sea urchin…. I think I would rather step on one and that’s saying something!
Head off down any of the narrow little cobbled side streets and you will find boutique shops, ice cream parlours full of excited kids, souvenirs selling T-shirts with the Corsican symbol of a Moorish head wearing a white bandana and hidden music bars where I was often found in the summer of 98 drinking the local chestnut beer, Pietra, whilst listening to a variety of local singers that ranged from god damn awful to future stars in the making although to be fair, that may have been the chestnut beer messing with my hearing!
Live Music at La Taverne Du Roi
The oldest and most famous bar in town is La Taverne du Roi – the Tavern of the King and this was to be my showpiece venue when welcoming educational groups of travel agents to the island. After a dinner in town, we headed for this magical dark and dingy old tavern up in the citadel where, after I had insisted everyone have a shot of the local rocket fuel, Myrthe, a Myrtle Berry Liqueur, we then sat on a little stool or when busy (and considerably easier for some), the floor.
Local Corsican musicians would then sing hypnotic Corsican music (such as songs from the band “I Muvrini”) followed by some more lively recognisable tracks by which point the Myrthe had normally kicked in and the group of previously sedate travel agents had morphed into a gaggle of unashamedly wild drunken lunatics.
The song I always remember and the one that ended the night was Ben E. King’s “Stand by Me” – ironic as this was something by this stage most of the agents couldn’t. The band started singing it in Corsican and finished it in English – by the end of the summer they knew this was my favourite so it was a given that it would be played! Very special memories.
Corsica Holidays Drinking Chestnut Beer
Porto Vecchio is a typical Corsican town that you need to immerse yourself in to truly understand. You need to learn the history, discover the little back streets that are tucked away, sample the different restaurants, and of course find your favourite bar. I settled for the Bar Les Beaux Arts as my local where most nights I could be found drinking that chestnut beer and talking in French about football, women, and beer to the owner Grufty, a name I gave him, as he had a very deep voice as if he had smoked 100 Gitanes a day all his life which to be fair, he probably had!
It was the summer of 1998, and it was the football World Cup in France so every night a game was on. I even popped over by plane to the iconic Stade Velodrome in Marseille to watch England play Tunisia on that infamous weekend of hooliganism. Now Corsicans are fiercely independent – there is an undercurrent of mafia on the island symbolised by the bullet-ridden town signs where the French version is peppered with holes while the Corsican version remains untouched.
When football was discussed, it was Man Utd, Juventus or Bastia – the top team in Corsica – rarely ever was Paris St Germain or Marseille mentioned. However, this summer was the year that France hosted the World Cup and I remember partying the night away at the Bar Les Beaux Arts as Brazil and Ronaldo were defeated by the French “Les Bleus” after which the town was alive with the waving of Tricolore and the sounds of “Allez Les Bleus” and “Champions” as well as car horns blaring through the night.
Such good times but the outpouring of love for the mainland was so out of character for those Corsicans I had come to know!
Burning Love
Late nights in those days then involved going clubbing and with a choice of two discotheques, Via Notte or Amnesia. Via Notte, still going strong, was my favourite and without question the best nightclub I have ever been to. Incredible music, DJs, drinks served by beautiful people, podium dancers (myself on one occasion) and to make it special they often had circus acts like fire breathers, jugglers, and acrobats – it’s not many clubs you can go to and come back with singed ears – health and safety would have a field day – a night at Via Notte was a night like no other.
From memory… Amnesia however was a different experience – owned by the father-in-law of French Singer, Johnny Halliday it was built like an amphi-theatre and was the largest nightclub in all of France hosting 4,000 people and attracting DJs like Carl Cox. It was fully exposed to the open air and generated an amazing atmosphere but there were tensions and at the end of my season in Corsica, the place was bombed and left in ruins to this day. You can now even walk around and explore and for those of us who were there, reminisce.
The moral of the story – don’t mess with the Corsicans!
Swimming with Corsican Cows
After a night on the tiles, if it is not your hotel pool to relax by, it will be on one of the many superb sandy beaches stretching along the southeast coast.
My favourite was always Santa Giulia Bay – a horseshoe-shaped beach, packed with watersports opportunities and with a cool music beach bar and grill for an amazing fresh alfresco seafood lunch and the finest sand you will find anywhere in the med. However, there are days when the seaweed or jellyfish come in but they are rare but worth mentioning so as not to disappoint!
I have a memory of learning to windsurf in this bay and having in the early days not mastered turning into the wind, I think I was halfway to Malta before being rescued.
Other amazing southern beaches, which in some cases remind me now of those in Seychelles with their giant granite boulders and soft white sands, include the most famous Palombagggia beach as well as Pinarello and Cala Rossa which is home to the magnificent Grand Hotel de Cala Rossa.
Then there is Rondinara which looks incredible but it has a rather unusual drawback in that wild cows roam here during certain months of the year both on the beach and in the sea to cool off. Be sure not to place your towel next to or worse still, on a cowpat.
Bonifacio, Corsica
Twenty minutes south of Porto Vecchio and on the southernmost tip of the island is Bonifacio. This jaw-droppingly beautiful old town is perched literally on the edge of limestone cliffs and looks out across to Sardinia. The make-up is the same as Porto Vecchio in the sense there is a harbour, and a spectacular one at that, lined with restaurants, bars and full of salesmen offering hour-long boat trips to see a cave which is shaped like local hero Napoleon’s hat. Then up high there is the citadel with arty shops and a tiny square where you can step out to the edge for scary views straight down to the sea crashing on the rocks below. Bonifacio is a must if visiting southern Corsica.
From Bonifacio, you can also take a day trip to Sardinia – one of the best Italian islands. It’s about a one-hour sailing from Corsica to the port of Santa Teresa di Gallura in Sardinia and from there an hour by road to the famous millionaire’s playground of the Costa Smeralda. Do however check the weather as the Straits of Bonifacio can whip up a storm when the strong mistral winds come out to play. You could get stranded in Sardinia which on the face of it is not a hardship unless you have a flight to catch!
About 10 minutes east of Bonifacio is the Golfe de Sperone – the only decent high-quality golf course on the island with immaculate greens, stunning views and facilities you would expect at any top golf course in the world. I have great memories of Sperone when my Mum and Dad came out for a holiday that year and my Mum, in poor health, drove the buggy around the golf course in her pink hat – we had such a special day – she loved golf and they both loved their time in Corsica.
The South of Corsica
Head inland from Porto Vecchio and you will pass numerous campsites frequented by German motor bikers who are prepared to kill to secure their bulk buy of frankfurters and various species of sausage found in the local Geant Supermarche.
Having negotiated your way past these Bratwurst burglars, you will start to climb into the mountains of southern Corsica and after just an hour and about 40 hairpin bends you will reach the Aiguilles De Bavella – the highest point in the south with breathtaking views of the region. If you look closely, you may see rock climbers scaling the peak or paragliders overhead. Up here there are barren grasslands where you can grab a coffee or buy the local “Miel” honey or a bottle of homemade “Myrthe” which is even stronger than the strain that affects those mild-mannered travel agents.
En route to Bavella, you pass through L’Ospedale – a beautiful, pine-fringed, artificial dam up high in the mountains. Then there is the village of Zonza. Incredibly pretty with views across the valleys and featuring one of my favourite restaurants in the world, “L’Auberge de Sanglier”. It means “Inn of the Wild Boar” which is a Corsican speciality when made into a thick rich stew. It’s a remarkably simple open-sided restaurant with sensational views and food that is out of this world. I remember once hosting a group of journalists here and one of them carried out reiki on me after lunch…. I never believed that claptrap… until then!
The road trip (see below) from Porto Vecchio to L’Ospedale to Zonza, up to Bavella all the time dodging cattle in the road before descending alongside the crystal-clear rivers passing numerous waterfalls where you can stop for a dip and then down through the valley to the somewhat ugly seaside town of Solenzara and then a short drive back along the coast to Porto Vecchio, is a dream. If you are a confident driver and enjoy fresh air, peace, mountains, and nature at its best then there are few better day trips than this on the island.
The Island of Mystery
So, there you have it – a snapshot of my year and some of the highlights of Southern Corsica – I have not even touched on the West coast, the central island ancient capital of Corte or the North that hosts equally unforgettable treasures …. that’s for another blog but for now I hope I have showcased an island that for one year was my home – perhaps you had not considered a holiday in Corsica or an adventure – but you should.
Whether it’s in the hot summer months of July and August which is perfect for families or the warm May, June and September days for more active pastimes, Corsica is an incredibly gorgeous edgy island that the wonderful local people passionately and rightly protect to maintain its magic, mystery, nature, traditions, and charm.
This island will forever be etched in my heart as a place where amongst those cardboard boxes in that little apartment I moved from one phase of my life to another…. where better to do that than in Corsica – the Island of beauty!
Is Corsica French or Italian?
The island of Corsica’s proximity to Sardinia naturally leads many to question whether Corsica belongs to Italy. The fact is that Corsica is part of France yet fiercely independent with the flag of the “U Moru” or Moors head symbolizing the freedom of the island. Not since the 18th century when it was ruled by the Genoese has it belonged to Italy.
How To Get There
There are a small number of excellent UK tour operators who today feature holidays to Corsica. Whether you are looking for a villa holiday, a family all-inclusive, self-catering accommodation or a nice hotel in Corsica, just contact your local travel agent.
You may prefer to go directly to the tour operator in which case I have always loved Simpson Travel who were previously Simply Travel and whom my friends Alistair and Bea worked for. Simpson Travel understands Travel, their product selection is impeccable, they offer amazing customer service, and they go the extra mile to ensure your holiday to Corsica exceeds expectations.
Another tour operator to Corsica is Serenity Holidays. They now own Corsican Places and are an excellent choice with decades of experience on the island.
Things to Do in Corsica
Explore Historic Towns & Clifftop Views
Start your Corsican journey in the island’s southern tip, at the spectacular Bonifacio. Perched dramatically on limestone cliffs above the turquoise sea, Bonifacio is a maze of medieval alleyways, historic buildings and panoramic viewpoints. Take a boat trip from the harbour to admire the cliffs from below and discover nearby sea caves and hidden coves.
Hike Through Unspoiled Wilderness
For those who love the great outdoors, Corsica offers some of the most rugged and rewarding hiking in Europe. The legendary GR20 trail spans the island from north to south and is not for the faint-hearted, but gentler trails—like those in the Restonica Valley near Corte—offer accessible routes through pine forests, over stone bridges and up to glacier-fed lakes.
Beach Hop the Southern Coast
Corsica’s beaches are as dazzling as any in the Mediterranean. Favourites include the crescent-shaped Santa Giulia, the pine-fringed Palombaggia, and the picture-perfect Rondinara—all within reach of Porto Vecchio. Whether you’re swimming, paddleboarding, or simply unwinding, the island’s beaches never disappoint.
Corsican Food Specialities
A Taste of the Mountains and the Med
Corsican cuisine is rooted in its mountainous terrain, seasonal produce, and centuries of tradition. A must-try dish is civet de sanglier, a slow-cooked wild boar stew rich with red wine and local herbs. You’ll often find it on menus in mountain villages and family-run tavernas.
Cheese, Charcuterie and Chestnuts
One of Corsica’s most famous ingredients is brocciu, a soft whey cheese made from sheep or goat’s milk. It’s used in savoury dishes like omelette au brocciu and sweet ones like fiadone, a lemony cheesecake that’s a favourite dessert. Meanwhile, the island’s renowned charcuterie includes figatellu (a liver sausage) and lonzu (dry-cured pork loin), both often enjoyed with crusty bread and a glass of Corsican red.
Drinks with a Local Twist
Be sure to try Cap Corse, a bittersweet aperitif with citrus and herbal notes, perfect before dinner. Corsican wines—particularly Patrimonio reds and Vermentino whites—are excellent thanks to the island’s unique terroir and small-scale, independent winemakers.
Where to Stay in Corsica
For Beach Lovers: Porto Vecchio & the South
Hotel Casa Santini x Roc Seven, Porto Vecchio
A stylish waterfront hotel just a short stroll from the town centre, with tasteful décor, serene sea views, and a contemporary restaurant overlooking the bay.
Perfect for couples or stylish getaways.
Hôtel Les Bergeries de Palombaggia
A luxury boutique hotel nestled above Palombaggia beach, offering panoramic views, an infinity pool, and fine dining.
Ideal for a romantic or special occasion stay.
Résidence Santa Giulia Palace
An affordable, family-friendly option with self-catering apartments and a pool, just a short walk to Santa Giulia beach.
Great for families or longer stays.
For Nature and Tranquillity: The Island’s Interior
Dominique Colonna Hotel, Corte
A serene riverside retreat with sleek modern rooms and a peaceful location beside the Restonica River.
Ideal for nature lovers seeking comfort and calm.
Casa di Lucia, Santo-Pietro-di-Venaco
A family-run B&B with mountain views, home-cooked breakfasts, and rustic charm in a quiet hilltop village near Corte.
Perfect for a cultural and slow-paced stay.
For a Scenic Road Trip: Calvi & L’Île-Rousse
Hotel La Villa, Calvi
A 5-star Relais & Châteaux hotel with refined suites, panoramic views of Calvi Bay, and a luxurious spa.
For travellers seeking indulgence with a view.
Hôtel Liberata, L’Île-Rousse
A charming boutique hotel right by the beach with elegant rooms and a small spa, all within walking distance to the shops and restaurants of the old town.
A lovely balance of comfort, location, and charm.
Hôtel Le Rocher, Calvi
A good-value hotel in central Calvi, just a short walk from the beach and harbour – great for exploring the Balagne region.
Affordable and well-situated for road trippers or short stays.
Quick Travel Tips for Corsica Holidays
- Best Time to Visit: May–June and September for fewer crowds, or July–August for peak summer sun.
- Top Beach: Santa Giulia Bay. Go early to avoid crowds.
- Must-Try Dish: Wild boar stew at L’Auberge de Sanglier in Zonza.
- Getting Around: Hire a car – public transport is minimal.
- Local Drink: Pietra (chestnut beer) and a shot of Myrthe (for the brave).
Contact Information
From sun-drenched beaches to rugged mountain landscapes, and from historic citadel towns to charming coastal villages, Corsica offers a rich and varied experience that’s perfect for an unforgettable escape. Corsica holidays are ideal for those seeking a unique mix of French flair and Mediterranean warmth. For more ideas and practical travel tips, visit the official Corsica Tourist Office website.
