Gulet Afilli feels like home, if your home happened to float on turquoise waters and come with a chef who knows exactly how you like your morning coffee.
At 24 meters, she occupies that sweet spot where space meets intimacy. Not so large that you lose each other. Not so small that you're tripping over suitcases. Just right for ten people who already know they get along and want to prove it over a week of…
Gulet Afilli feels like home, if your home happened to float on turquoise waters and come with a chef who knows exactly how you like your morning coffee.
At 24 meters, she occupies that sweet spot where space meets intimacy. Not so large that you lose each other. Not so small that you’re tripping over suitcases. Just right for ten people who already know they get along and want to prove it over a week of swimming, eating, and watching the sun dissolve into the Aegean.
In 2020, while the world stood still, Afilli got a new lease on life. Fresh paint. Renewed cabins. Bathrooms that gleam. Deck upholstery that hasn’t yet learned the shape of every guest who’s ever lounged there.
She emerged from that refit looking like herself—only better. The kind of refreshed that makes you stand a little taller when you pull into a bay full of other boats.
Below deck, five cabins wait. Two masters for those who like to stretch out. Three doubles for everyone else. Each with air conditioning that actually works, en-suite bathrooms, and the kind of quiet that only comes when engines stop and the only sound is water lapping against wood.
You’ll sleep well. That’s a promise.
Because afilli means stylish. Sharp. Put-together. In Turkish, it’s what you say when someone walks in looking like they belong on a magazine cover.
She lives up to her name.
But she’s also the yacht where you can drip seawater across the deck without apologizing, where dinner is whatever the crew caught that morning, and where ten people who came as friends leave as family.
Afilli isn’t just a charter.
She’s your week. Your water. Your way.