Spoiler alert! I didn’t get one.
There are three factors as to why:
One- I hate needles! So I’m a bit scared.
Two- My grandad hates the idea of any of his three precious granddaughters getting body piercings or tattoos and considering I lead the way to getting 7 piercings as the oldest granddaughter, I don’t want to break his heart and get a tattoo. I respect him too much for that.
Three- I’m too picky. If I were to get a tattoo, I would want it to mean something to me rather than a random peace sign or whatever. It’s there forever.
I did, however, go with two of the volunteers to get theirs done. You know the saying “when in Rome, do as the Romans do?” Well, they did as the Balinese do (or did) and got traditional hand-poking tattoos.
You can see a picture and a boomerang I took of them. A mountain, tree and wave to symbolise Bali and her experiences and a simple ‘B’ for Bali.