The first trip I took as an independent adult, I was still very British.
Boatman
“I’m sorry I don’t have enough cash on me right now to pay for the boat I just booked tomorrow I still owe you what, twenty, but I already paid the eighty should I run back to my room now and get it for you how long will you be here I mean will you be open for another hour or maybe I can find you in a bar somewhere near here later and give it to you then, shit I’m so sorry I thought I had the cash now but forgot I bought lunch earlier and it was more than I expected and…”
The boatman laughed at me
“Relax! This is Koufonisia, not England”
I understood.