Polignano a Mare: Boat Tour of Caves & Prosecco Aperitif

Summary

Boat along Polignano’s coast, explore caves, sip prosecco, taste taralli

You’ll board a small boat in Polignano a Mare, glide past famous caves and coves only visible from the sea, and share local Prosecco with Apulian taralli as your guide shares stories. Hear “Volare” echo by Modugno’s statue and feel the salty breeze—this trip leaves you with more than just photos.

Step-by-step itinerary

Day 1 — Boat tour of Polignano a Mare coast

• Admire Domenico Modugno statue
• Visit famous Polignano a Mare beach
• Enjoy free time and commute

Top questions

How long does the Polignano a Mare boat tour last?

The exact duration isn’t specified, but most of the time is spent visiting caves, coves, and relaxing at sea.

Is food or drink included on this Polignano boat excursion?

Yes, an aperitif with Prosecco and typical Apulian tarallini is included.

Are service animals allowed on the boat tour?

Yes, service animals are allowed on this tour.

Is this boat trip suitable for children or infants?

Yes, infants can join but must sit on an adult’s lap during the tour.

Will we see any famous landmarks during the tour?

You’ll see the statue of Domenico Modugno and Polignano’s postcard beach from the sea.

Does this day trip include pickup or transportation?

No hotel pickup is mentioned; guests meet at the departure point in Polignano a Mare.

What’s included

Your day includes a guided boat excursion along Polignano a Mare’s coast with stops at iconic caves and coves, plus an aperitif featuring local Prosecco and traditional Apulian tarallini served onboard before returning to shore together.

What’s the experience like?

I never thought I’d see Polignano a Mare from the water—usually I’m up on those white cliffs, peering down. But stepping onto that little boat, with sunlight bouncing off the Adriatic and the smell of salt everywhere, it all felt new. Our guide (Antonio? He said to call him Tony) grinned and pointed out the statue of Domenico Modugno right away—“the man who made us all sing ‘Volare’,” he joked. I tried humming it but got self-conscious when an older couple joined in much better than me.

The boat slipped into these caves I’d only seen in postcards—some so narrow you could reach out and touch cool limestone dripping from above. There was this hush inside, like the sea was holding its breath. Outside again, kids were jumping off rocks into blue water that looked fake but wasn’t. I kept thinking how close everything felt from here—the town clinging to stone, voices echoing off walls, that kind of thing. The main beach looked crowded but happy—umbrellas everywhere and someone selling lemon granita nearby (I could actually smell it for a second).

Tony passed around glasses of cold Prosecco and these crunchy little tarallini—he called them “Apulian gold.” They tasted like fennel and sunshine somehow. We drifted for a while; nobody rushed us. It’s funny how quickly you start talking to strangers when you’re sharing snacks on a boat. I still think about that view back toward Polignano as we floated there—just cliffs and blue sky stacked up together, nothing fancy but somehow it sticks with you.