Day 3: Hangovers, Hades and a ferry that shouldn’t legally float
I woke up late. Not fashionably late. Not “we lingered over coffee and made meaningful life choices” late. No—this was the kind of late that comes with dry mouths, questionable memories, and the quiet, mutual understanding that breakfast has been missed and will not be spoken of again. I blame the Raki. Fine. Screw breakfast….