Just off Port d’Andratx lies Sa Dragonera, an uninhabited island shaped like a sleeping dragon and protected as a natural park. No cars, no hotels, no beach bars — just cliffs, lizards and water so clear you can count the rocks below your keel. Anchoring there for lunch is the kind of hour you will describe for years.

The Tramuntana mountains behind Port d’Andratx are a UNESCO World Heritage landscape, and the coast below them hides calas you simply cannot reach by road. You do not visit them — you anchor in them, swim off the transom and watch the sun drop behind pine-covered cliffs. That is the whole itinerary.

Mallorcan sailors will tell you the real secret is the wind: the embat breeze 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 — and your guests never once see you touch a rope.

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 person in the Balearics. That is what a week on a Bali actually feels like.

Port d’Andratx is one of the few places in the Mediterranean where a working fishing harbour, a Michelin-level restaurant scene and a genuine sailor’s marina sit side by side. You can provision in the morning, sail all day, and still be back for a proper dinner. That balance is rarer than you think.