Royal Clipper: Western Mediterranean Cruise from Cannes to Rome

The Royal Clipper is the biggest 5 masted fully-rigged crusing ship on this planet and a Mediterranean cruise, from France to Italy, calling at Corsica and Sardinia, recollects the heady days of sail.

I’ve sailed on luxurious cruises earlier than and, regardless of my greatest intentions, at all times find yourself a couple of kilos heavier. It’s not helped by the excursions which are typically sedate affairs the place you’re ferried round in buses.

This time, since we’ll be calling at tiny ports, I vow to spend my shore days climbing the encircling countryside. As well as, each morning I’ll be doing thirty minutes of yoga, a facility obtainable to all passengers.


Cannes harbour

Cannes (c) Man Lebègue

I arrive in Cannes after a simple thirty-minute switch from Good Airport. The Royal Clipper is anchored within the bay, sails furled, and tenders are ready to ferry me and round 200 different passengers to the ship. They’re youthful than most cruise purchasers, in all probability as a result of the ship has no lifts and there are stairs to barter.

With everybody safely on board, we set off for Italy, utilizing the engines, as there’s not sufficient wind for the sails.

Royal Clipper Cabin


My spacious cabin is on the Commodore deck, virtually at sea degree, and it’s comfortably outfitted with a big double mattress, ample cupboard space and toilet with bathe, washbasin and bathroom. Two portholes permit me to observe the world exterior. Dinner has waiter service and there are a minimum of a few decisions on a menu which incorporates appetiser, soup, sorbet, principal course, salad, cheese and dessert. I’m not going to go hungry.

Santa Margherita Ligure

Morning sees the coast of the Italian Riviera looming and I’m going out on deck and be a part of round ten passengers for our first session of yoga.  We go Genoa, comply with the Riviera di Levante and arrive on the enticing port of Santa Margherita Ligure. After a buffet lunch, I don my strolling boots and take the tender into city. My plan is to hike as much as hills above the city and comply with the footpath to Portofino. It’s scorching however I make my approach as much as Nozarego and get wonderful views over the Gulf of Tigullio, the Royal Clipper sitting proud within the bay.

Royal Clipper Liguria

Wonderful views over the Gulf of Tigullio, the Royal Clipper sitting proud within the bay

From right here I enter the Monte di Portofino Nationwide Park and its properly signed path leads me by means of tiny villages earlier than descending steeply to Portofino. The beautiful horse shoe harbour, lined with pastel colored homes, is dominated by Castello Brown on the hill above. Though a cluster of tremendous yachts is moored within the bay, the piazzetta is unusually quiet, maybe as a result of it’s virtually the top of the season.

L’Isle Rousse

We sail in a single day and subsequent morning arrive in L’Isle Rousse on Corsica’s North West coast. The craggy mountains of the island’s inside present a backdrop to the city however they’re too far-off to sort out. The girl on the vacationer workplace insists that there aren’t any walks that begin on the town however I’ve different info. My information e book reveals a ten mile path which ends at a railway station additional down the coast. After checking the timetable, I set out.

L'Isle Rousse, Corsica

L’Isle Rousse, Corsica

The best way is marked by yellow flashes and I climb steadily reaching Occiglioni, at round 400m, solely a cluster of homes, earlier than reaching the ninth century hilltop village of Sant’Antonino. It totally deserves its title as “some of the lovely villages in France”, its rectangular stark stone buildings silhouetted in opposition to the sky. From right here I can see the railway line wriggling its approach alongside turquoise coast beneath.

Aware of time, I choose up the tempo, and handle to succeed in the station simply earlier than the scheduled departure of four.45. I’m now starting to fret because the final tender leaves port at 5.30 and there’s no signal of any practice. The station is unmanned, with no info, so I set off to the primary highway to attempt my luck hitch climbing. In fact, 5 minutes afterwards, I hear the sound of the practice arriving and see it vanish into the gap.

It’s too far to stroll all the best way again to L’Isle Rousse and panic is now setting in. My thrusting thumb doesn’t work as no one stops. Worse, my telephone has died so there’s no approach I can talk with the ship.

I method a few parked automobiles and beg them to present me a raise. Thankfully, the second household takes pity and drives me on to the port. I make the ultimate tender with minutes to spare.

Royal Clipper Tender

Royal Clipper Tender

I have fun my slim escape with a big beer and regale anybody who’ll hear with the story of my escapade. Maybe the story reaches increased command as a result of subsequent day, after I’m planning to go away the ship and be a part of it later in Bastia, the purser says she has to examine with the captain. After a hurried dialog, she tells me that he advises in opposition to it, as he says the highway is blocked. I level out that I shall be on the seaside, following the shore so, grudgingly, he offers his permission.


It takes round 4 hours to stroll to Bastia, a picturesque city with a lately restored citadel, residence to a wonderful museum. This time the boat is moored on the port, so there’s no want for tenders, and I make it with loads of time to spare. As we depart, all 42 sails are hoisted for the primary time, to the sound of Vangelis. As we majestically make our approach beneath sail in the direction of Elba, I really feel proud to be on board.


Portoferraio, the island’s capital, might be probably the most enticing city of all the voyage. Slim winding alleys climb up from the harbour to the double fortifications of Forte Falcone and Forte Stella, the place there are superb views from the 16th century ramparts. The Villa dei Mulini is the place Napoleon lived throughout his exile right here, earlier than making his comeback at Waterloo, and his dying masks rests within the Chiesa della Misericordia.

No climbing in the present day as I’ve signed up for a motorbike and kayak tour. We cycle alongside the coast, dodging the site visitors, for about an hour earlier than reaching a wonderful bay. There we switch to kayaks and, after paddling by means of sunken caves, pull up on a abandoned seaside for a swim. It’s an exhilarating morning, though I’m trying ahead to the morning yoga to assuage my aching shoulders.


In a single day we sail again to Corsica and anchor off Portovecchio, standing proud above the port. The city is nice sufficient, however is nearly solely devoted to tourism with memento retailers, cafes and eating places. I enquire about climbing trails however the vacationer workplace tells me that I have to take a ship. Time doesn’t permit so I return to the ship.

Royal Clipper Prow

Royal Clipper Prow

Porto Cervo

I’ve an analogous drawback subsequent day at Porto Cervo in Sardinia, the capital of Costa Smeralda. The shoreline was developed by the Aga Khan within the 1960’s as a playground for the wealthy and well-known. Within the harbour, I stroll previous designer shops, together with outside showrooms for Rolls Royce and Bugatti, and there’s not a vacationer workplace to be seen. I content material myself by strolling to the closest seaside and having fun with the crystal clear waters.

It’s the ultimate evening on board as we make great way beneath sail to Civitavecchia, the port of Rome. My experiment of making an attempt to hike a couple of miles each day has labored properly. Even higher, the mornings of yoga have eased my muscular tissues. I’m satisfied that the train has stored my weight secure. Sadly, the scales again residence inform a special story.

Reality File

Royal Clipper Deck

Royal Clipper Deck


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