Waiting For The Boat

I spent a week in a place where the boat only left at 9am, 1pm, 3:30pm, and 5:30pm. Miss one, wait for the next. No alternatives, just… waiting.

The slow life looks beautiful in Instagram reels with white sand beaches, cosy cabins, aesthetic stillness.

The slow life in Río Dulce was waiting on docks and my brain refusing to stop calculating what I should be doing.

Wrote about the gap between the curated version and the real thing:

https://www.twine.net/signin