Seychelles Paradise Cruise.
Little islands somewhere in the Indian Ocean. But when God gave away the land, he put paradise here. 
Look: the water is like cosmic turquoise, reflecting palm trees and rocks. The sand is white and fine, like powdered sugar. The rocks are gigantic, as if they were placed here for epicness. And silence. No, not silent mode. Silence. No cars, no commercials, no urgent emails. Just the ocean, the wind, and the cries of birds.       
You wake up. Not from an alarm clock, not from a text message, but from the light splashing of the waves against the side of the yacht. The ocean outside your window. The Seychelles. Everyone talks about them, but almost no one has really felt them. It’s about swooping overboard at any moment and you’re already in warm, like steamed milk, water. It’s about swimming to your own private beach, where there is only sand and a couple of seagulls.      
8 days. Catamaran. All inclusive.  
What do you mean, all-inclusive?
It’s not about the buffet and the lines at the pool. It’s about: 
 The catamaran is not just a boat, but a floating 5-star cocoon with a chef who makes something out of tuna and mango after which the sushi from the delivery seems like fast food.
 Fishing in the ocean – not a bite – not a bite, but an adventure novel where you’re a daring hunter and all around you are barracudas and tuna the size of office chairs.
 Diving – coral, turtles, fish that look like they were drawn in Pixar.
 La Digue Island is a place where time stands still. No cars, only bicycles, empty beaches and views like nowhere else. 
Why would you do that?
Because so many times I’ve wanted to leave everything and go somewhere else. Because it’s winter and I miss the sun. Because why not?  
It’s simple:
1 Choose a cabin. 2 Book. 3 Wait for January. If you fulfill the first two points, we can predict without astrologers that it will be successful.   
Ready? The cabin is waiting.