Nomad is a French term where peoples have no fixed habitation. They moves here and there from the same area. Among the people there are pastoral nomad, traders and tinkers. In the year 1995, there were 40 million of people around the world. Nomad is a lifestyle.
In the era of telecommunication, nomad has taken a new form. Technology become a tool to earn and live in a nomad manner. Digital nomad works with smartphone, mobile hotspots, internet and can able to perform task from outside country using co-working space. This type of living habit may present challenges. Health insurance and crossing airport is a challenge and work visa is also a potential barricade. They need to adopt with various local laws, foods and norms. Religious faith is also can create impact anytime. These barricade creates restrictions for maintaining long distance relationships with friends and family back home.
An experience of Nomad
A former colleague of mine is a frequent flyer. Friday noon going, Sunday evening back again. It was his good affordability and vision of mind. When asked that this would be a bit exaggerated, he just shrugged his shoulders and said: “Fuck it, it’s around the corner and goes quickly!”. I don’t want to know exactly what he did on such weekends. I only know that he has lack of sense. Anyway, here are a few advice, opinions about travel as such on my part. Now it’s a no brainier to travel. No matter where you are in the world, somehow it always goes somewhere. But it also harbors the risk of overdoing it, being on the road, is often an end in itself. In almost every co-working station, travel was the number one topic among people. When, where, how much money it cost, where to book, how long the trip takes and so on. When my wife and I decided to drop the tents in Germany, the first goal was clear: Thailand. We were often on vacation together and had many friends there. But somehow the two of us didn’t really like it. Simply sell everything, give up your apartment, get on the plane and start a new life twelve hours later. A friend of ours once moved from Frankfurt to London – and took the train for it. She wanted to feel the distance. That she’s really and really further away and can’t even go to the weekly market to meet up with friends. We had to think about that when we were planning our big trip. By car from Frankfurt to Thailand? A bit too expensive. So we decided to take the train. Okay, not all the way.
After everything was done, we flew from Frankfurt via Romania to Moscow. We were there for a few days and looked around the city; what you do. The Red Square, the Lenin Mausoleum, the Kremlin, the Gum, the Bolshoi and various other things. That was awesome. I have never seen so many police officers on the street in my life. There was a patrol car about every 30 meters. Every tenth person had a uniform and a machine gun. Matter become amazing. No idea, should probably also calm people down and show that security is guaranteed. It just scared me. The paradoxical effect maybe – if there are a lot of police and military people out there, there must be a reason for that ! I mean, hey, after a few hours of walking I wanted to drink a Coke. There was only one McDonald’s far and wide. Okay, stop there. At the entrance: bag inspection, body search and my backpack went through an X-ray machine. For a coke at McDonald’s! Security at Frankfurt Airport, on the other hand, is a kindergarten. Even when leaving, the same procedure. Exciting and eventful hours and days. Then finally it was time. Around midnight we got on the Trans-Siberian Railway. The Transsib! It was kind of magical. We had a ten-day train journey ahead of us – from Moscow across Russia to Lake Baikal, then Mongolia, China and Vietnam. We had a good time in early April. There was nothing going on. The train, about three quarters of a kilometer long, was empty. In addition to us, there were five other people on board. Really, completely empty. Likewise the many train stations that we passed. In weddings there are tons of people selling drinks and food and souvenirs through the window. In our case. Except from the undercover agent. He got on the train with us – in full military uniform with Kalashnikov, pistols and stuff. Five minutes later he walked through the train dressed as a tourist in a tracksuit, inspecting all the passengers pretty unsuspectingly and pretending to be an American. “Undercover”. I enjoyed the luxury of having a huge train almost to myself. The only downside was the staff.
In other words: smartphone, laptop and sound system were not. Battery empty. Smartphone would have brought me nothing anyway – no reception, especially not in Mongolia. That annoyed me the first day. But not afterwards. I really came down.
In retrospect, however, the greatest thing was: decelerating, switching off – and the feeling that you really are going to the other end of the world. Twelve hours of flight or ten days of train travel. That’s a difference. Then I really realized that I was gone. Far away. And not even by plane to Bangkok over the weekend. A new world to think in a better way.
Courtesy: Cheers, Rob