The kind of trip I dream about: two weeks sailing through the remote Outer Islands of the Seychelles. Travelling aboard a private catamaran, I’d drift from island to island. No rush, no crowds, just me and the open ocean.
I’d begin at Alphonse Island, cycling beneath coconut palms, diving coral reefs and snorkelling with my family along quiet lagoons. The island has just enough comfort to feel indulgent, but its true magic lies in its natural rhythms: turtle tracks on the sand at dawn, birds circling overhead, and the utter stillness of the sea flats.
From there, I’d sail on to Cosmoledo. I’d stay at the barefoot eco-camp on Wizard Island, waking each morning to the sound of frigatebirds and falling asleep under starlight. Days would be spent kayaking through mangroves, walking wild beaches, or simply soaking in the remoteness of it all. It’s the kind of place that resets your sense of time.