You will be distracted by four-hour-long chats in a hostel lobby, missing the sunset and the carnival. But you will feel more.
In 2016, on a trip to the Balkans, I gave up a visit to the museum to meet Djani, a Bosnian local who was my Singaporean colleague's intern a few years ago in Dubai, where I used to work. I figured that the museum will always be there. But Djani and I may never be at the same place at the same time again.