You’ll board a private boat in Sorrento, Positano or Naples with your own skipper, cruise past Capri’s famous Faraglioni rocks and grottos, swim in clear water and snack on fresh fruit. There’s time to explore Capri or relax on deck—just you and your group. It’s one of those days you won’t want to rush.
The tour duration is flexible since it’s private; you choose your departure time and pace.
Yes—pickups are available from Sorrento hotels or meet your skipper at Positano or Naples port.
Yes—there are several stops for swimming and snorkeling around Capri’s grottos.
Yes—snacks, fruit, bottled water, soda, wine, prosecco and beer are included.
You can stop at the Blue Grotto if you want; entry is €18 per person paid locally.
The Gozzo Jeranto 900 Open holds up to 12 passengers comfortably.
Hotel pickup is included only for hotels in Sorrento; for other ports you meet at the dock.
You’ll have towels on board; bring sunscreen, swimwear and maybe a camera (just don’t drop it!).
Your day includes hotel pickup if staying in Sorrento (otherwise meet at Positano or Naples port), an English-speaking skipper who knows every corner of Capri by heart, all drinks (wine, prosecco sparkling wine, beer), bottled water and soft drinks plus snacks and fruit along the way. Beach towels are ready for you after each swim before heading back with salty skin and tired smiles.
“Wait, is that really the color of the water?” I blurted out before I even realized it. We’d just left Sorrento port and already my hair was sticking to my forehead in the salty air — our skipper, Marco, grinned and said it gets even better near Capri. The boat (Gozzo Jeranto 900 Open, he told us, like we’d know what that meant) felt solid and sort of cozy, not fancy but just right for our group. There was a basket with cold drinks and towels that smelled faintly of sunblock — small thing, but it made me smile.
I’d heard about the Faraglioni rocks since forever but actually passing through them? It’s different — there’s this hush as everyone looks up at those massive stone stacks. Marco slowed down so we could take photos (my phone almost slipped out of my hands — too much Prosecco maybe). He pointed out Marina Piccola and some villa perched on a cliff that looked straight out of an old movie. We stopped near the Green Grotto for a swim; the water was cold at first but then perfect, all shimmery green and blue. Honestly I didn’t want to get back on board.
The Blue Grotto was busy — Marco warned us about lines so we just drifted nearby instead, watching tiny rowboats disappear inside while he handed around more snacks. Someone tried to say “Grotta Azzurra” in Italian and absolutely butchered it; Marco laughed so hard he nearly dropped his beer. Later we had free time on Capri itself (gelato in the Piazzetta is as good as people say), but I mostly remember lying on deck after swimming, listening to distant voices and gulls overhead. On the way back to Sorrento, with wet hair and salt on my lips, I caught myself thinking how easy everything felt for once.

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