A modern quandary for the ultra-wealthy: a yacht awaits at harbor, but how to safely reach it without risking exposure to the germ-ridden masses?Global aviation company VistaJet has a solution. Spurred by member demand, clients can reserve a freshly sanitized jet to fly them to a yacht moored in Malta. [...]
In addition to multiple yacht marinas and a mild Mediterranean climate, the country levies zero taxes on income or capital gains earned outside Malta and there's no estate tax, making it a popular choice for the ultra-rich when it comes to buying a second citizenship. Yes, buying. A Maltese passport can be yours for just $1.3 million in cash and property.
Regardless of whether you've gotten around to becoming Maltese, members en route to their personal or chartered yacht must provide a "health declaration," which sounds formal but which the company said is "self-appointed." Temperatures will be taken on the jet, and surgical masks and gloves will be provided by the crew. On arrival, would-be yachters will be whisked away to a VIP lounge where customs agents will inspect passports and a nurse will again do a temperature check.
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"Did a guillotine write this?"
(sadly I cannot take credit for this line; thank you whatever random wag on twitter emitted it)
I always wonder about the people who write articles like this. Since they're writing online press-release puff-pieces for a magazine, I would have assumed that they're freelancers living on $30k/year, and haven't ever been within molotov distance of a yacht.
But I googled the author, and maybe her day job is Financial Advisor? But that might be someone else with the same name, as there are several.
Well good job men.
Now, onwards to the next earthshaking problem
- Captain Mo Nay, Saviour of the Stinking Rich