The bus to the other port was supposed to leave now. Instead it will leave at three. The ferry would leave at two. I’ll be on the one at four.
Why? Because the company didn’t sell enough tickets for this departure.
I’m in Spain, but already feel like Africa. I do find this amazing. Let go of the stress, do something else for a while and you’ll get where you’re going eventually. The man next to me is furious and demand a new ticket for another company.
Something amazing: I just held a whole conversation with a moroccoan woman in French!