Greek Ionian Islands · May to October
From the sea, everything looks different.
Wakeupinanewbayeverymorning.Swimbeforebreakfast.Eatfoodyou’lldreamaboutformonths.SailthesamewatersOdysseusdid.Comebacklighter.
Stop. Reset. Go.
No buffet lines. No crowded resorts. No alarm clocks.
You keep saying you need a break. You don’t mean a beach. You mean a reset. From the routine, the noise, whoever you’ve been pretending to be.
Here’s how it works. You wake up anchored in a turquoise bay. Coffee on deck, no rush. Swim off the back of the catamaran. Ana starts breakfast. By mid-morning, we’re sailing to the next spot. Maybe you’re at the helm, maybe you’re reading on the net. We anchor somewhere you can only reach by water. There’s nowhere to be. Nothing to fix. That’s the whole idea.
Sail
Wind, water, and nowhere to be
Cook
Ana cooks. You taste. Sometimes you help.
Reset
Switch off. Properly.
Connect
Eight interesting people. One week.
Six stops. Seven days.
150 nautical miles through the Ionian. The same waters Odysseus sailed to get home.
Lefkada
Starting pointWhere it starts. Meet your crew.
You arrive at Nidri marina. Drop your bags, shake hands, meet the people you'll spend the week with. Roman walks you through the catamaran: sails, rigging, cabins. No experience needed. Ana's already been to the market and pre-planned the week's menu around your preferences. First dinner on board, anchored in the marina. Good food, easy introductions, early night. Tomorrow, you sail.
Meganisi
Hidden gemSheltered bay. Your first sail.
Morning coffee on deck, then your first proper sail. Forty-five minutes across to Meganisi. You'll help hoist the sails, trim the lines, feel the catamaran respond. Anchor in a sheltered bay with water so clear you can see the bottom. Swim, snorkel, try the SUP boards. Evening: dinghy ashore to Vathi. Pastel houses, tavernas on the water. Ana cooks on board tonight.
Atokos
Uninhabited islandThe Greek Bahamas. Off the grid.
Sail south to Atokos. Completely uninhabited. No buildings, no roads, no phone signal. Anchor at Pigi Beach. White pebbles, turquoise water, only accessible from the sea. The wild pigs that roam the island sometimes swim out to the catamaran. Snorkel, SUP, or do nothing at all. Ana runs a cooking session on deck. You're making dinner together tonight, anchored under the stars.
Ithaca
Mythical islandHome of Odysseus. Morning market.
This is Ithaca. The island Odysseus spent ten years trying to get home to. Sail into Vathi harbour, then hit the morning market: fresh fish, local honey, whatever catches the eye becomes tonight's menu. Wander the narrow streets, handmade shops, coffee by the water. Afternoon sail to a quiet bay for swimming. Evening dinner is the best one yet. You helped make it.
Kefalonia
Captain Corelli's beachCaves, turtles, monastery trails.
Longer sail to the biggest Ionian island. Anchor at Antisamos, the beach from Captain Corelli's Mandolin. Hike to the clifftop monastery with mountain goats on the trail. Next day, explore by land: boat ride through Melissani Cave, a half-submerged grotto with sunlight pouring through the roof. Drive to Argostoli harbour where Caretta caretta sea turtles swim right up to the boats. Two nights here. This is where you slow down.
Sivota
Hidden beachFishing village. Last night together.
Short sail to the mainland coast. Swim at a secluded beach on the way in, only accessible from the water. Sivota is a sleepy fishing village: tiny harbour, no tourists, great tavernas. Stroll the waterfront, cold drink at a café. Dinner at a traditional taverna. Freshest seafood, good conversation. Next morning, sail back to Nidri. One of those nights you remember.
The route may be adjusted based on weather and sea conditions. Your captain always picks the best stops.
Captain Roman & Chef Ana
Roman
Captain
Curious by nature. Built things from nothing his whole life. Always moving, always starting something new. Drawn to anything that means freedom. Planes, open water, empty roads. Coffee is his ritual. Then one day the sea stopped being a hobby and became the whole point. Now he runs a catamaran through the Ionian. Calm under pressure, obsessed with finding the perfect anchorage. Give him five minutes and he'll have you steering a 14-metre catamaran. Badly at first. Then not badly at all.
Ana
Chef
She learned to cook watching her mum. Just a kid in the kitchen, paying attention. By seven, her parents let her cook alone. It was never a chore. It was the thing she loved. Kitchen assistant, then chef, then her own café and restaurant in London. She could still be running it, but she chose a different life. Now she's a happy mum of three who cooks on a catamaran in the Ionian. She never follows a recipe. She never tastes while she cooks. Not once. And every plate is extraordinary.
This is their life, and they're inviting you into it.
Everyone is crew.
Roman teaches everything hands-on. You hoist the sails, trim the lines, take the helm. By Day 3, you're running the catamaran. By the end of the week, you can't believe you ever thought sailing was just for sailors.
Ana Doesn't Follow Recipes.
She Follows Instinct.
Ana cooks by feel, by season, by whatever the island offered that morning. Mediterranean by heart, impossible to pin down. She never follows a recipe. She never tastes while she cooks. Not once. And every plate is extraordinary. The difference? You're not just eating. You're cooking with her.
You'll go home knowing how to actually cook.
Your Home for the Week
Four private cabins. Each with a double bed and ensuite bathroom. Your space is yours. Close the door, open a book, take a nap. But you probably won't spend much time inside. The deck is where it happens. Morning coffee in the cockpit, lunch on the net, sunset from the flybridge. Fourteen metres of floating home, with the whole Ionian as your garden.
A Day on Board
There's no schedule pinned to the wall. But there is a rhythm.
Morning
The light wakes you. Something about sleeping on the water resets your body clock. No alarm, no rush. Swim off the back of the catamaran. Meditate or breathe on deck if you want. Then specialty coffee, brewed properly. By mid-morning, some people head to the beach or wander into town. Then we prep the catamaran and set course for the next stop.
Day
Two to three hours of sailing. Sometimes more if we stop to swim in the middle or detour to somewhere you can only reach by sea. Roman teaches you the ropes: hoist the sails, catch the wind, steer the catamaran. Between islands, read a book, sit and watch, or do absolutely nothing. Lunch is on board. Ana puts out hummus, quick salads, fruit boards, whatever's fresh.
Evening
We anchor in a bay or pull into a marina. Go for a swim, explore the beach, walk into the village. Some nights Ana cooks on board. Other nights, a local taverna. After dinner: board games, conversation, a self-reflection chat under the stars. People say they'll turn in early. Nobody does. Midnight comes easy when the water's calm and the company's good.
Past guests stay in touch. Some come back.
After every trip, crew join a Telegram group. People share photos, answer questions from future crew, and sometimes plan their next trip together.
From £2,500 Per Person
Price includes everything except your flight and your stories.
May & October
£2,500
per person
June & September
£2,800
per person
July & August
£3,100
per person
Two crew members share one double cabin with ensuite bathroom.
Early bird: 10% off when you pay in full 4+ months before departure.
50% deposit to secure your spot. Remaining 50% due 60 days before departure. Catamaran security deposit (€3,000–€4,000 total, split among all 8 crew) collected on arrival before boarding and refunded straight after the trip.
Limited departures: May to October. Only a handful of trips per season. Once a crew is full, it's full.
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