Day 1 - Athens
The trip from central Athens to its port is anything but simple. We cram four adults and eight suitcases into a Skoda with a taxi driver who doesn't speak English - or seem to know how to operate his meter.

While we can see the ship (its soaring masts tend to stand out from the crowd) and almost touch it, for a long time we can't find how to get on board. Eventually, after several trips round the area, our driver uncovers a road that takes us to the Star Clipper, a tall, square-rig sailing ship built with respect to age-old traditions.

The captain welcomes us to a vessel that is buffed in all the right places. The brass shines, the sails are whiter than white and the timber decks are scrubbed spotless. Below decks, our cabin is spacious enough to accommodate all our belongings - double bed, shower, toilet and cupboards. And if I had a cat, I'm sure I could swing it around, without doing too much damage.

When it is our turn to leave the port, the epic sound of Vangelis's 1492 - the Conquest of Paradise fills the air through the onboard sound system. Even though we leave under engine power, the captain hoists one sail to show our intent. It's 10.15pm as we slip away, turn portside and start our journey to Turkey.

Day 2 - At sea
Thankfully I'm up too late for the exercise class but still in time for breakfast. Today is a sailing day. It is also our first safety briefing so at 10am, as the alarm sounds, about 170 guests, wearing bright orange life vests, head outside for a run through the safety procedures, an introduction to key staff and a familiarisation of onboard
procedures.

The Star Clipper is meant to be a true sailing experience. It is not cruising, as most of us know it. It is not like the big ships with which we share the docks. You won't find a casino on board. You won't find any Las Vegasstyle shows. It is very casual.

It is the first morning and already most people are down to shorts and T-shirts. You can be as active as you like (there is something happening every hour on the hour), or you can sit back and enjoy a good book and watch the Aegean Sea and Greek coastline pass you by. The Aegean Sea is about 645km long and 290km wide and is dotted with islands, including the Cyclades, Dodecanese and Sporades.

If you wish, you can also help the crew by hoisting the sails, learn how to tie nautical knots or join the captain in the wheelhouse and take the helm.

Day 3 - Bodrum, Turkey
This whitewashed town, on the Gulf of Gokova in southwest Turkey, used to be called Halicarnassus. Three colours dominate. The sky and sea are a rich deep blue. The surrounding mountains green. And the buildings, without exception, are white.

All visitors to Bodrum should explore the Castle of St Peter, which dates back to the Knights of St John in the 1400s. Since that time every person of power in the region has fought, or bargained, for control of the castle. From its highest point you have a 360-degree view of the harbour and town, now one of the world's most important timber-boat building centres.

The harbourfront is very Mediterranean. Restaurants overhang the crystal-clear water and crowded shops sell knock-off Prada bags, Gucci shoes, Tissot watches and Billabong clothes. It seems that Turkey's shopkeepers are happy to do business in any currency you wish.

It should take 40 minutes to stroll from the castle, along the palm-lined streets, to the ship. But today, in 26C heat, we need several stops to jump in the water and cool off.

Day 4 - Dalyhan River, Turkey
The faces on the photographs look familiar as we walk to the changing area at the Dalyhan River mud baths. Dustin Hoffman has been here. So has Sting. If it is good enough for them . . .

Our cruise director, Peter Kissner, has guaranteed that an hour in the mud baths will take 10 years off my life. First I warm up my body in the sulphur bath. It's about the size of a small backyard pool with the smell of Rotorua.

Next I slide into the mud bath. This pool is a little bigger, and a lot dirtier. The mud squelches between my toes. I follow everyone's lead and start shovelling mud over my body. I'm feeling younger already. My $50 a cut hairdresser says I'm thinning on top so I whack some of the green ooze over my scalp. It can't hurt and at least now she might have to workharder to earn her money.

Then I start to bake. The drying is very important. And funny. Imagine 100 people caked in mud, standing side by side, chatting. It is difficult to tell men from women. It is impossible to find your wife. I wonder if that is her next to me, or just someone who looks a bit like her, but is actually 10 years younger. I cross my fingers and say something inappropriate. I realise it is not her when the woman answers in German and stomps off to the shower.

Day 5 - Santorini, Greece
The view from the porthole this morning is a little confusing. The waves are swirling, the sea is heaving and, instead of sunlight what I'm seeing looks more like my frontloading washing machine.

We anchor at noon about 200m from the base of Santorini. We have three options - walk up, up, up the mountain, go by donkey or take the funicular. The latter wins. I felt sorry for the donkey.

Santorini, for good reason, is the Greece that most of us know. It is the stuff postcards are made of. It owes its sublime landscape to an earthquake. Those white houses with blue domes really do cling to the cliffs like limpets. The streets are narrow and overflowing with tourists buying jewellery, trinkets and linen tablecloths.

It's May, the temperature is climbing towards 30C and already it is crowded. Talk filters through the town that Brad and Angelina have just arrived with their private jetload of offspring. I can only image what this place is like in the peak of the holiday season. Even hotter and more crowded with celebrities and tourists.

We take refuge under cover at Cafe Classico, drink Mythos (the local beer) and get lost for several hours in the view. The walk back to the dock, down the donkey trail, almost ruins my knees and nose. The steps are steep and piled even higher with donkey doo. The smell of revenge, no doubt.

Day 6 - Kleftiko, Milos, Greece
I'm sure this is the day the crew would prefer to forget. We are told this is the first time the ship has stopped at Kleftiko. We are supposed to be spending a few hours doing watersport activities on a rugged isolated beach.

Only trouble is we can't find it. The beaches we can find are not idyllic. They are inhospitable rocky outcrops to say the least. I expect this stop won't be in next year's glossy brochure.

Confusion reigns supreme. Luckily most people take it in good spirits and by day six are relaxed enough to see the funny side of things. So instead of water sports with Josefine we up anchor and sail to the nearest town. When in doubt, go shopping. That's always a good motto when at least 50 per cent of the group is American.

Captain's dinner tonight. Time to break out the jacket.

Day 7 - Hydra, Greece
Talk about saving the best for last. The port of Hydra has changed little since the Monastery of the Dormition was finished in 1643.

The main township is squeezed around the hills of the small harbour, which is about 8m deep. The Star Clipper is too big to dock so we take the tender from the ship to the harbour itself.

The buildings, which overflow with Athenians in summer, rise up the steep face of Mt Klimaki. The harbourfront is filled with restaurants, shops, galleries and cats. There is only one car on the island; so all exploration is done by foot. Behind the main area is a labyrinth of whitewashed lanes that lead you nowhere in particular. Every now and then they surprise by opening up in the middle of a courtyard.

Because Hydra has no natural water supply, you won't find many plants. Instead the locals use brightly painted doors and windows to break up the landscape. Hydra has an Italian feel to it, but the locals are true Greeks.

Day 8 - Piraeus, Athens
The journey ends at 8am as we return to Athens. For the record, we travelled 640 nautical miles, a lot of the time under sail, not only saving diesel but also making the experience as authentic, and memorable, as possible.

Would I do it again? In an instant.

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