
I spent eleven years driving other people’s toys around the most expensive stretch of ocean you can imagine, and the thing I miss most now is… having my own bed every night.
I didn’t stumble into superyachts by accident. I grew up on boats. My idea of a normal weekend as a kid was scraping barnacles, getting sunburned, and figuring out currents. Eventually I went to a maritime academy, got my licenses, and started out in the “real” merchant world—cargo ships, industrial work, steel hulls, rusty decks, long watches. It was honest, ugly, exhausting work.









