With a steady stream of Moët and pampering between ports, sailing on the Evrima is a chance to experience private yacht life
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"We come back from lunch to find our toiletries lined up on the double vanity, clothes hung and folded with care. That includes my partner‘s favourite pyjama, a tattered Mark’s Work Wearhouse sweatshirt that William tucks away on a high shelf, as if to say, 'Please don’t wear this outside.'
The dress code is 'yacht casual'– lots of linen on men, floral caftans on women. For evenings, we move into 'yacht sophisticated': ixnay on the shorts, ball caps and flip flops."
Whew... no white dinner jackets
"People-watching is part of the pleasure aboard a superyacht. Several Americans talk incessantly about money: hedge funds and wealth portfolios and inheritances."
Ah the Americans...
"Several guests voice displeasure with some of the port stops, including St. George’s, where feral cats roam laneways and young men gun their cars at high speed the afternoon we tour around. A few guests chafe at the grittiness, saying they’d prefer more anchored time at luxe tourist hideaways like St. Barts and Mustique."
Good God - car noise, stray animals. Do they live in cities or in palatial manors amongst the acres of their family estate?
The complaints get more precious from there. One woman wonders why tokens of chocolate were left in her suite some days but not
every day
. And why are the breakfast jam jars so hard to open, another queries her husband."
I want my chocolates every day and my jar of jelly pre-opened!