Missing the Ferry

We planned to take the ferry from the harbour at two o'clock. But we had lunch too slowly, and the taxi got stuck in traffic. We arrived at the harbour at two fifteen. The ferry was already a small white dot on the sea.

The next ferry was at five. Three hours! My friend was upset. I was upset too, but I said, "Okay, let's find something to do." We walked to a small cafe by the water. We drank coconut water and watched the fishing boats.

An old fisherman talked to us for an hour about his life on the sea. It was the most interesting conversation of the trip. At five we took the ferry, tired but happy. Sometimes missing a boat is a gift.