Pula’s harbour has been in use for more than two thousand years — the Romans built their fleet base here and the city still wears its amphitheatre like a crown. You get to sail out of a port older than most countries, with your coffee in hand and no schedule to keep.

The Brijuni islands sit just off Pula — fourteen of them, once a president’s private playground, now a national park where cars are banned and deer wander between Roman ruins. You do not visit Brijuni, you anchor beside it and swim off the transom while the sun drops behind the pines.

Istrian sailors will tell you the real secret is the afternoon breeze — it arrives almost like clockwork after lunch, gives you a few hours of perfect sailing, then dies at sunset. Plan your hops around it and you look like a genius. Your captain already knows.

A catamaran this size 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 man in the Adriatic. That is what a week on a solar catamaran buys you.

Solar panels on a yacht are not a gimmick — they are the reason your evenings in the anchorage stay silent. No generator, no fumes, no hum under your feet while you watch the stars come out over Istria. That is the difference you will remember long after the tan fades.