Well, it's come and gone. The end of another contract has passed and now, as I sit here on an obnoxiously long flight from Sydney to San Francisco with nothing to do but ponder and avoid the dude in the middle seat slumping over onto me in his sleep, I think it's a good time to reflect on the contract. Joining the ship six months ago in Vancouver it was a nice short flight from Ottawa to an itinerary I was familiar with on a ship I had been on before; I saw some old friends and made a few new ones.
I think most crew members will agree with me when I say that it is, one hundred percent, the people you work with and not the vessel or even the guests who make the contract successful. In a world that is, I imagine, similar to very touristy big cities such as New York or Las Vegas, it is definitely an us versus them feeling. This is not to portray the guests as our enemy; they are, after all, the sole reason we are there but the truth is that we are there working for them and so while they are our guests, the crew are our family.
While it was awesome to have a contract that saw me travel from the glaciers of Alaska to the Sounds of New Zealand, in roughly nineteen hours I will be home in my condo for a few days before leaving for my next adventure which we'll cover in another post and I won't lie, I'm very much looking forward to not having to be "on" anytime I step out of my room at least for a little while.