Rating of the day: 10/10
Just a note: this is my 100th post. Since everything starts with zero, 99 became 100. God bless my blog. Maybe it came of age today?Official programs planned for today:
- Animal flow
- Breakfast
- Unconference
- Lunch
- Unconference
- Closing ceremony and talent show
- Dinner
- Farawell drinks
On the days that the program called sea days, the ship always docked somewhere, only we, digital nomads, members of Nomad Cruise, stayed on the ship. At least the majority, because of course we have the freedom of choice. This was the first day at sea when the ship was actually moving. That is, after leaving Valletta, the sunrise had already reached me at sea. We could have spent the whole day staring at the endless water. In the evening – during dinner – the Greek coast appeared before us, but we only had the opportunity to dock the next day. I looked at the endless sea quite a few times that day. During the day, in the evening and at night. It had a special charm for me to stand in front of the endless sea, whether alone or in company.
My day started quite late, in line with the six o’clock bedtime. While the ship was moving, we jumped a time zone. I had never experienced anything like this before. Because, when I had changed time zones before, it had always been on a plane. When a plane takes off, you turn your phone off, and when it lands, you turn it back on. That is, the clock change happens automatically. On the ship, it was different. All of a sudden, we crossed the time zone. But on this day – thanks to being at sea – the internet on the ship didn’t really work, and there was no cell phone service, by the way. So – for the first time in my life – I existed in a time when we didn’t know exactly what time it was. At one point, my watch said it was one o’clock, 10 minutes later it said two, and then one again. Everyone was confused. We couldn’t even check the time because the internet wasn’t available.
It was completely irrelevant anyway, because time wasn’t important to me. It was the first day I didn’t want to do anything except work on my blog, but that became impossible. So, apart from talking, eating, and destroying cocktails, I didn’t do much for the world today.
It would be difficult to describe the quality of the conversations. I have received more and more feedback in the past few days. I have been feeling more and more that I am a part of something good. Not only here on board the Nomad Cruise, but in my own life.
The evening was all about saying goodbye. There was a last drink meeting. With quite a few summaries, falling in love with each other. There were some people I had said goodbye to earlier, some we both knew we didn’t have to. There were some people with whom the evening was superficial, but mostly full of touching moments.
On the first day, you could apply for Who Knows. The next day there was an audition and selection. The selected people had been preparing in the past few days to show their talent tonight. The few performances we saw here were very entertaining, I was sure that among so many people there were quite a few who were able to live their lives with talent.
That evening I had a “something is wrong with the world” feeling. At one point, my roommate was working at the one table and one chair, so I had no space. I went down to the bar to sit at the tables there and write for a bit. Of course, I ordered a coffee and a Mojito. By this day, the bar staff knew my name and what I liked to drink. Both in the main bar and upstairs. But I still manage to leave my mark sometimes!
So I was going to work on furthering my writing career, but the plan fell through because the whole ship was playing bingo at the central bar. There was no table. So with my laptop under my arm, a glass of cocktail in one hand and a hot long coffee in the other, I headed for the elevator to go back to my own room. It wasn’t an easy feat. At that moment, a man stopped me to ask if we could have a few words. He knows very well that my time is valuable, but if I didn’t mind, he had a few questions. After he told me, of course I stopped. I put down the drinks and we chatted for a bit. He told me that he was a two-handed construction worker, but he wanted to give more to his family and that he wanted to deal with cryptocurrencies, and he wanted my help with that, because he saw that I was a digital nomad.
He was very respectful. I told him that I didn’t know this field, but if I wanted to deal with it, what would I do. I would watch a few YouTube videos on the subject, take one or two online courses that are available, and then seek personal acquaintance with someone who is already doing this. That’s all I would dare to start with. He was very grateful for that. What shocked me was that he told me that I was about the tenth nomad he had approached, but most of them didn’t even listen to him. They didn’t even talk to him. It made me very sad. At that point, I felt a little bit like these open-minded, open-hearted people might only be like this within the company? Not with the world? It was hard to imagine that this sincere, sparkling-eyed man who wanted to do something for his family didn’t get support from the company that I knew to be strong? I encouraged the guy anyway. I told him that I believed in him and that I was sure that he could do this. I saw the gratitude in his eyes and I didn’t think about what my roommate said later: I might have been the first person to ever say that to this person… At the end of the conversation, the guy said goodbye to me by saying that he thought the world needed more people like me… It wasn’t the first time I’d heard this opinion in recent months, but I was also very grateful for his feelings then…
Back to the talent show! After that, of course, a party at the disco, hamburgers and a relatively early bedtime at two o’clock. Quietly and loudly, in the dark under the light of the fireworks, alone and with a lot of conversation, but my last night on the ship was over.