Kaštela is really seven small towns strung along one bay, backed by the Kozjak hills and looking straight across the water at Split. Sailors love it because you clear the marina and you are already in open water — no long motor out, no city traffic, just the islands ahead of you.

Šolta, just a short hop from Kaštela Bay, is the quiet neighbour of Hvar — olive groves, stone villages and anchorages where the loudest sound is your own splash. Sailors who know it keep coming back precisely because most people sail straight past it.

The word “marina” comes from the Latin for mooring, but Croatian sailors will tell you the real secret is the wind: the maestral arrives almost like clockwork after lunch, gives you four hours of perfect sailing, then dies at sunset. Plan your hops around it and you look like a genius.

A catamaran does not heel, does not roll and does not rush. Your morning coffee stays in the cup, your guests stay in a good mood, and the skipper gets to look like the calmest person in the Adriatic. That is the whole reason these boats sell out first.