My Pride, My Thai part 20: Back to work again... 


Everybody’s time is one of the most valuable things they have, and even my time has it’s own price. Within hours after touching down at Værnes Airport Trondheim, I was again on my way back to do a night watch on the ferry. I had no time to waste, though I must admit it all seemed a bit unreal at the time. Less than a day before, I was still walking the streets in Bangkok and now I was half the world away, getting ready to put on my uniform again. 


To read: My Pride, My Thai part 1: The Preparation (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 2: The flight (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 3: The arrival (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 4: The first morning (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 5: Big C (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 6: Bangkok (opens in a new tab).  

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 7: 200 THB to heaven (opens in a new tab).

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 8: Bangkok - Ubon Ratchathani (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 9: Being a celebrity in Thailand (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 10: From Sisakhet to Sakon Nakhon (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 11: Sakon Nakhon (opens in a new  tab).

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 11-B: Coffee Love at Sakon Nakhon (opens in a new tab).

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 12: The long drive to see the King (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 13: Hua Hin Inbox (opens in a new window).

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 14: Returning to Kanchanaburi (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 15: The luxurious resort (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 16: LiT Bangkok Hotel (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 17: Nearing the end (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 18: Departure for Norway (opens in a new tab). 

To read: My Pride, My Thai part 19: The two forgotten hotels (opens in a new tab). 


Returning from an amazing three week's vacation to Thailand had left me with a gazillion impressions that would probably take many months to fully absorb. But as soon as the uniform was back on my shoulders, I was back in work-mode giving it my full attention all through the night. Thankfully though, it was one of those very perfect, quiet summer nights with no extra trips to transport emergency vehicles or ambulances across the fjord. 


For some strange reason which I still don’t understand, one particular memory kept popping into my mind: the memory of an event that happened more than a decade ago, when I had to attend a Bridge Resource Management seminar in Vlissingen, the Netherlands. I remember arriving in Vlissingen very early on Sunday morning, after a long flight from Bangkok, and a train ride from Amsterdam, and walking the empty streets looking for a place to get something to eat for breakfast. I had eaten my dinner in Bangkok and that next morning, I was looking for a place to get food half the world around. Imagine having a job where I could again travel the world for meetings and whatever, and perhaps even being paid to do so. That would be so much more interesting than crossing a fjord back and forth and performing a docking twice every hour. At this point, I had probably performed docking several thousand times already. I do love traveling around the world and have had my fair share of that, but in the past decade, it seems like these trips are becoming more seldom each year. 


Anyway, after that first night watch, I was once again on my way back to the airport. This time, the trip wasn’t going to be that long, but I had to go to Oslo for the day for a very important meeting which because I don’t know who is reading this, I can’t say anything about here. I truly loved my new jet-set life these days. 


Leaving work, I had just enough time to make a very short stop at the port in Trondheim to capture the arrival of the Norwegian Star before continuing to the airport. After arriving at the airport, I started getting really tired but thankfully, Starbucks had opened an outlet in the arrivals hall of the airport a few years ago. I ordered their biggest cup of Mocca with a quadruple shot of espresso: that should help me keeping me on my toes for at least the next couple of hours. 


The flight was right on time, and that was really important for me as always. I managed to get to the meeting on time, and within three hours after arriving, I was back on the streets again. While in Oslo, I thought it would be great to see if there would be any cruise-ships in port to capture before having to return to the airport again to fly back to Trondheim.


As the afternoon officially became evening, I was back in Trondheim and really ready to head home for what would be my first real full-nights rest since leaving Bangkok. 


When finally at home, I started the washing machine to do some laundry and to unpack some of the new things I had brought with me home. The suitcase didn’t need to be brought back to the basement storage because in much less than two weeks, I would again be on my way back to Bangkok for another three weeks of absolutely amazing experiences. 


The next countdown was already on, eating time almost as fast as I would go through a bar of chocolate. That first week after returning from Thailand, I did my night shifts and the second week, I was back on day shifts. The best experience of those two weeks back home happened on one of the day shifts, when the deck apprentice came up to the bridge and told me we had some locally “famous” people on board. I asked her to go back down to them and invite them to the bridge, thinking that being invited to the bridge of a car- and passenger ferry wouldn’t be as cool as being invited to the bridge of a cruise ship. I actually thought they would not come to the bridge for a visit, but they really did. These two people were made really famous when they appeared as the main characters in a popular Christmas TV-series many decades ago, called the “Julekalender” (the Christmas calendar). For me, and for my crew, it was an absolutely great experience to see them in real, and to have them as our guests on the bridge. They truly enjoyed being invited up as well. If only every day on the ferry would be even remotely as fun like this. 

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