I like that feeling. At least that s my perspective as an onlooker from my kitchen table in Letete. But the way I feel about the ferry changes when I'm in need of it's services. Sometimes I love the ferry. They matched speed with us for a bit and then took their leave.
Nothing clears the mind better than getting on a ferry and breathing in that fresh sea air.
You have no other option than to stop what you re doing and realize you re moving through some of the most impressive waters in God s creation. When you race to get it and just miss. When you re one car short of getting on a full ferry. When you re having a good time with someone, but have to stop to make the last ferry. When one is broken and the schedule goes crazy.