We found Arillas in 2001, fortunately, after years of camping holidays in uk with a brood of kids and their friends.
The choice at the traval agents was Ibiza in a high rise apt or chancing our luck in Corfu.
I'd been to Corfu about 15 years earlier, staying at Akaravi and enjoyed it very much.
Now with Steve, who'd never been to Greece in his life and hardly ever had time away from his business, I booked the flights for 7 of us and 2 weeks accommodation through a website "Bridge to Corfu" staying at Ina's apartments. just off the beach. I couldnt wait. Flying from Manchester that day, the minibus was on time, everything going to plan, then the plane was delayed 9 hours!! OMG! everyone was going up the wall.
Finally got the bags together at Corfu and went to find the "Taxi"! What "Taxi"? Noone there! OMG! Don't these people check arrivals? It's 2001, the new millenium!
Internet etc, etc!
I could sense another divorce looming! Hee Hee!
Found 2 taxis and bundled them all in and set off on the final leg arriving at 5.30am.
The cars came slowly through the village past Coconut and there, right ahead.......was the most fabulous sight I can remember.
It took 4 days for Himself to relax(after i threatened to catch the next plane home),a brisk Mid day march over to San Stef( with no hat, shades or water) from then on weve never been anywhere else and cant wait for the day we say tara to UK.