Captain
Lukลกa Malohodลพiฤ
Member since April 2025
Dubrovnik, Croatia
- Background
- I didn’t grow up dreaming of running boats. I grew up on them—sunburnt skin, salt-crusted hair, and the hum of a diesel engine in the background like a heartbeat. Dubrovnik wasn’t just a postcard backdrop—it was home. I spent my youth weaving through the Elaphiti Islands, learning tides before taxes, and stories before sales. After a few wrong turns in concrete offices and airless meetings, I came back to the sea—because nothing else made sense. Out here, I’m not just a skipper. I’m your storyteller, your local fixer, your sunset sommelier. I don’t sell boat rides. I give people a few stolen hours of freedom—good wine in hand, wind in the face, and the kind of views that make you believe in something bigger than yourself. This isn’t business. It’s personal.
- Techniques
- Look, I’m not here to hand out snorkels and call it a day. My favorite moments happen when the engine’s off, the sea goes glassy, and nobody’s saying a damn thing—because they’re too busy soaking it all in. Swimming in a quiet cove you’d never find on Google. Popping open a cold bottle of local white while the sun slips behind the city walls. Letting kids take the wheel for a moment that becomes a core memory. I live for those unplanned detours—a pod of dolphins showing up like uninvited rockstars, a cliff jump that makes you feel 16 again, or a playlist that accidentally becomes the soundtrack to someone’s engagement. It’s not about the activity. It’s about how it makes you feel. And if I do it right, you'll step off that boat feeling lighter, happier, and a little more alive.
Hey, I'm Captain Lukša Malohodลพiฤ
Dubrovnik, Croatia
- Background
- I didn’t grow up dreaming of running boats. I grew up on them—sunburnt skin, salt-crusted hair, and the hum of a diesel engine in the background like a heartbeat. Dubrovnik wasn’t just a postcard backdrop—it was home. I spent my youth weaving through the Elaphiti Islands, learning tides before taxes, and stories before sales. After a few wrong turns in concrete offices and airless meetings, I came back to the sea—because nothing else made sense. Out here, I’m not just a skipper. I’m your storyteller, your local fixer, your sunset sommelier. I don’t sell boat rides. I give people a few stolen hours of freedom—good wine in hand, wind in the face, and the kind of views that make you believe in something bigger than yourself. This isn’t business. It’s personal.
- Techniques
- Look, I’m not here to hand out snorkels and call it a day. My favorite moments happen when the engine’s off, the sea goes glassy, and nobody’s saying a damn thing—because they’re too busy soaking it all in. Swimming in a quiet cove you’d never find on Google. Popping open a cold bottle of local white while the sun slips behind the city walls. Letting kids take the wheel for a moment that becomes a core memory. I live for those unplanned detours—a pod of dolphins showing up like uninvited rockstars, a cliff jump that makes you feel 16 again, or a playlist that accidentally becomes the soundtrack to someone’s engagement. It’s not about the activity. It’s about how it makes you feel. And if I do it right, you'll step off that boat feeling lighter, happier, and a little more alive.
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Dubrovnik
• 33 ft
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10 persons
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• 23 ft
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8 persons
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