Ferry to Datça

We were close to the ferry port. At some point I got a funny feeling in my stomach telling me we should be there, with the people already boarding the ferry. I walked the 100m over there to double check. Departures: 9 -12 — 17. It was quarter to 9.

I ran back. Razvan immediately knew we have to hurry when we saw me running. We quickly got the bike and went over there.

Things got a bit intense when he was already on the boat with the bike and I was still in the queue, waiting to get tickets. One of the men working on the boat was really upset. People behind me in the queue started yelling saying they can’t leave them behind just because the cashier is slow. Oh, but they could.

We barely made it.Read more