Many days have passed since I got off the ship, but in my dreams, I’m still wandering inside the cruise.
To avoid the busy holiday season—with parties, gifts, cards, and New Year greetings—I went on a cruise. Just as I was about to board, I saw an old man being carried out on a stretcher from an ambulance. As expected, there were many elderly people on this cruise compared to others. Of course, there were younger people too, and even a wedding took place. At the buffet, two old men met and were so happy to see each other that they raised their canes and pretended to fence like weak warriors! There was also an old woman with a tall cane that looked like something from a fairy tale. She said her late husband had made it for her. Sometimes, I heard urgent announcements:
“Medical team! Medical team!” — followed by emergency alarms.
“My husband and I probably chose the wrong ship,”
While I was getting food at the buffet, an old lady asked me,
“Have you seen my husband?”
“I just saw you two eating together a moment ago,” I answered.
“I’ve been married for 75 years, but now I’ve lost him.”
If she’s been married 75 years, she must be close to 100, though she looked more like 80. Maybe she has dementia. Maybe her husband brought her on the ship so she wouldn't wander off and get lost at home.
One grandma I met at the spa said she would stay on the ship for another two and a half months to travel around Africa. I asked if she ever got bored. She replied,
“I’m afraid of dying alone at home with no one knowing. On the ship, food is always ready, someone cleans for me, and I can talk to people.”
She also said that when you're old and can't move well, it's easier to live on a cruise than at home. At home, you’d have to pay for someone to cook, clean, and help you—but on the ship, it can actually cost less.
Cruise trips are just surface-level travel—you don’t stay long enough to really know a place or enjoy its culture. But I still enjoy it: imagining the next port before I go to sleep, spending long hours reading books without phones or computers. The air is fresh, and the food and beds are clean and comfortable.
I once heard of a couple who won the lottery and disappeared onto a cruise to escape from the world. Their children only visit them at ports from time to time.
“To my sons,” I say,
“One day—maybe not too far in the future—if I grow weak, will you abandon me on a cruise? If you want to see me, come to the port. If you don’t want to, that’s fine too.”
Both of them said nothing.