Marmaris sits where the Aegean meets the Mediterranean — and locals swear you can feel the water change. Sail west and the sea turns a deeper blue, the pine hills close in, and the anchorages stop being postcards and start being yours.

The Datça peninsula is where Turkish sailors go to escape other sailors. Long, pine-covered and barely built up, it hides bays with no road access at all — you do not visit them, you anchor in them and let the afternoon pass.

Sailors here plan around the meltemi, the summer wind that builds through the afternoon and dies at sunset. Get your hops right and you look like a genius: four hours of perfect sailing, then a flat, silent anchorage for dinner.

Setur Netsel is one of the great Mediterranean marinas — a short walk from the old town, the bazaar and the waterfront restaurants. You step off the boat, and dinner in Marmaris is already ten minutes away.

Solar yachts are not about saving the planet on holiday — they are about saving your evening. No generator means no drone under the deck at dinner, no fumes drifting into the cockpit, and no reason to move on from a bay you love.