Kirk’s 1600cc single port torn down all the way, case has been through the jet washer, all internal parts have been marked for orientation and will be reassembled in the same manner after cleaning and inspection.
Famous amongst yachters and international jet-setters, the little island of Symi is a luxury destination in Greece near the popular island of Rhodes. Most of it’s beautiful beaches are only accessible by private boat, so rest assured that you’re able escape mainstream tourism.
Kythera is the mythological birthplace of the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite, and it’s no wonder. You cannot help but falling on love with this beautiful island. It has everything the quiet seeking traveller can expect - shopping, caves, beaches museums, churches and more!
This small, quiet Ionian Island is a giant olive grove surrounded by crystal-clear blue waters. What better way to escape the crowds?
Beautiful and colourful, preserved stone house with wooden balconies face an exquisite waterfront near the coast of Turkey. Kastelorizo is simply breathtaking.
Steeped in mystery and history, the island of Patmos is most famous for the writings of the Christian Saint, John the Baptist, who visioned and wrote The Book of Revelations in the Bible. It’s filled with beautiful white-washed churches which are simply beautiful to explore.
A Greek island where time stands still - literally! The residents of this island have the highest life expectancy in the world. Ikaria is famous for it’s traditional village parties that allow you to experience authentic Greek cuisine, dance and drink.
If you want to disappear off the grid and have your heart set on a quite holiday retreat, there is no better island than Anafi. Expect top quality, fine-sand beaches with no one in sight for miles.
Elafonisos boasts one of the best beaches in Greece, bejewelled with powder-white sand and crystal clear emerald waters. Just a short trip off mainland Greece, Elafonisos is a perfect getaway from the hustle and bustle of mainstream tourists.
If you’re trying to rekindle the memories of how sweet and simple life can be, make sure you visit the high-spined island of Folegandros. The best thing to do in Folegandros is not do. Simply, be.
I’m on Prednisone for a rash. I am taking three tablets a day. I am sweating like an animal and grinding my teeth. I’m yelling more and losing feeling occasionally in my extremities. Today on the bus I lost it because someone failed to understand the difference between a rich person and a socialite. “For example the main line outside Philadelphia is an extremely wealthy area, so is the North Shore of Long Island, but a 20 million dollar net worth and a membership to the local golf club doesn’t make you a socialite. You have to be photographed to be a socialite. You have to be in the society pages. Fabiola Hearst Beracasa, Gigi Mortimer, Aerin Lauder, Lauren DuPont, Annette De La Renta, Tory Burch, get it? Not Ramona Singer. Not some rich wasp in the Main Line at the tennis club. This is the international jet set. You have to be as comfortable in London and Paris and Milan as you are in New York. Not some glorified housewife. You should fly private. You should have a fake business selling hats to corgis or something.” As I was saying this I was yelling and spitting, I was banging my arm into the seat because I was having some nerve issue, mothers held their children close, and British woman said “This happened to my brother before he declined”. A nice elderly woman asked my if I needed an ambulance. I said no and blew my nose in my hand. I then explained that I was on a strong steroid and socialites were important because of feminism and capitalism and they occasionally donated to the Central Park zoo. Then a man put his hand on my shoulder and told me Jesus would never abandon me. What the fuck am I on?