IT’S A STANDARD OF RELAXATION THAT ONLY LOTS OF MONEY CAN BUY
WHAT are you going to do today? Take the dog for a walk? Roast a chicken? Check your social media feed? This is what I can do today: I can take an electric surfboard to St Martin airport and catch a private jet to Palm Beach, Florida, for lunch, and still be back in time for a sunset cocktail party on “my” £170 million (R4 billion) superyacht in the Caribbean.
I can fly in my favourite DJ from Europe for the soirée, if I want to. The time difference means he won’t be late. If I prefer to stay local, the captain can sail to St Barts for lunch and later I can take an 18m motorboat to a secluded beach for a braaied lobster dinner. Between meals I can practise my golf swing, hitting biodegradable balls off the yacht’s helideck towards an inflatable hole bobbing on the waves.
When I fancy a swim I can ask the 33-strong crew to use booms to create a private pool in the ocean off the stern, with weighted nets to keep out jellyfish. Rinsing off the salt is easy in the freshwater glass-panelled infinity pool on the rear deck.
If that sounds a bit too energetic I can enjoy a sauna and Turkish
