I can share this story with you now that I have told my mum… however I am sure that my dad, father-in-law and brothers will all have words with me if they ever find this blog.
I got a tattoo! Aaaand it was kind of a free tattoo, at a motorcycle bar, in Bali, on a Tequila & Taco night. When in Canggu, as they say. I am unsure if that is ‘what they say’ but let’s run with it.
I have wanted a tattoo to mark the memory of this trip. Something to remind me of everything I learned, to bring me back to this moment, a reflection of what happened to my body and mind during this journey.
Every Tuesday night Deus Ex Machina in Canggu hold ‘Tacos & Tattuesday’. The premise is simple have your art ready, it should take no longer than 15-20 min from start to finish and that’s it.
I had gone the previous two weeks to check it out. I had stood by and watched the hoards of people happily walk away. Everyone looking super stoked with their fresh new ink.
I watched to ensure he was using fresh needles or not reusing ink on people. Then I did my online research to make sure I couldn’t read any horror stories. I’m such a rebel right? That’s me, living on the edge!
The Nanna in me was onboard. So on Tuesday I rocked up at 430pm to patiently wait for the board to open at 6pm so I didn’t miss out. I sipped my water, ate my tacos and jumped inline. No tequilas for me, I didn’t want the post drinking tattoo blues (Ok, I may have had a couple of beers, just to take off the edge).
Unfortunately, at 5:59 all the kids came racing out of nowhere, pipped me at the post and I missed out.
Just as I was about to leave with a heavy heart, a girl decided her art was too complicated and needed to leave. Last minute cold feet perhaps?! Rookie, clearly.
Easy, I simply wanted ‘breathe’ tattooed on the inside of my foot, so I wrote my name on the board.
I had drawn an example of what I wanted on my foot and he tattooed over the top. My tattoo is my own writing and I couldn’t be happier. It didn’t even hurt.
I. AM. SUCH. A. REBEL.
Onward Bound xo