Thankfully I’ll back at it in a week in Corsica ;)

Casual little motoring to a swim spot 😋😋

This was perfect.

i have missed days like this ❤️❤️❤️

A little night sail to check out the active volcano!

This was extremely fun ahhh I need to get into racing!!!!

Did you really sail if nobody threw up? Exactly.

⛵️⚓️🌊!!!!

Day two served up sunshine and serenity with just a whisper of wind – enough for a mix of sailing, motor sailing, and good ol’ iron jib (aka motoring when the breeze bails). We made our way to the charming Santa Marina Salina, one of the prettiest little ports you could dream of. While gliding over calm waters, Dan whipped up some next-level wraps stacked with Italian cold cuts and deli goodies… honestly, a magic combo. Nothing beats munching gourmet bites while the sea sparkles all around you. We rolled into Salina around 4pm, dropped anchor, and wandered into town. Dinner was a riot – Porto Bello was buzzing with our whole flotilla crew laughing, joking, and probably scaring off the quieter diners… oops. The food was unreal though – pistachio-crusted swordfish and amberjack that melted in your mouth. The night didn’t stop there… we took the party downstairs, dancing and grooving ’til midnight. Salina, you beauty.

The adventure kicked off with four boats and 42 absolute legends – mostly mates, mostly sailors, and all ready for a top week in Sicily. We’re on a gorgeous Oceanis 51 this time around, and spirits were sky-high from the get-go. Picked up the boat from Marina di Portorosa in Tonnarella and slipped lines just after 1pm. The weather gods were kind, serving up a beautiful 12-knot breeze – perfect for a cruisy sail towards the dreamy Lipari Islands. Sails up, tunes on, and just good vibes all ’round. We dropped anchor off Lipari where the water was crystal clear, warm as a hug, and too tempting to resist… everyone dove in for a splash. Sun, sea, and (of course) a healthy amount of drinks followed. Perrine took dinner to the next level with a veggie pasta that blew everyone’s socks off – might’ve converted a few meat lovers, too. Bellissimo.

What an absolute ripper of a Saturday—racing classics in the spinnaker division, running seriously shorthanded, and still bagging second place without even hoisting a kite. Wind was sitting around 12-16 knots with the odd gust up to 20, making for some tricky conditions, especially with the harbour absolutely chockers. Between the boats racing, superyachts dropping anchor wherever they pleased, and spectator boats zigzagging like headless chooks, it felt more like skiing a slalom course than sailing a race. But then, just as things were getting full-on, everything shifted. The harbour went eerily calm for a moment, and then—whoosh—those majestic SailGP boats blasted past, heading to their exclusive race area. The sound they make is unreal—like a jet engine, but without the high pitch, almost like they’re running in stealth mode. At one point, we had a few of these F50s flying around us, and mate, it felt like getting a bunch of F-22s escort while cruising in your own private plane, and welcoming you by some fancy manoeuvres around you. Absolute goosebump moment! We wrapped up the race second, kite-free in a spinnaker division—bloody solid effort, given the conditions. Then it was straight into race-watching mode. We followed the action all around Shark Island, starting from the east side near the start line, then tracking them down to the turning Gate 2, and finally settling near the finish line on the south side of the island. Best spot? Hands down, the downwind turning gate in the south—pure chaos and precision all at once. And mate, you should’ve seen the Flying Roos today! Absolute weapons on the water—fast, flawless, and completely dominating. Two wins and the rest all top 3 finishes. No doubt about it, they were the undisputed champs of the day.