I Got A Cheap Tattoo Abroad - Huge Mistake!

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ABOUT THE EPISODE
Emily was young and irresponsible. She didn't want to wait anymore and spend so much money on a tattoo. So, to get a tattoo done in Cambodia seemed to be a good idea.

KEYWORDS:
tattoo, travelling, abroad, mistake

SCRIPT
Hi, my name’s Emily. I’ve got a story that’s extremely embarrassing…but you might think it’s funny – or at least, you can learn from my mistakes!
Ever since I was little, I couldn’t wait to get tattoos. I’ve always been artistic, loved drawing and painting…so of course it just made sense to get some permanent ink. By the time I got to high school I was obsessed with tattoo designs. I had a Pinterest board full of ideas to inspire my future self. I mostly liked bright colors and flowery designs, and especially loved watercolor-style tats. They’re really expensive though, and it’s hard to get a watercolor tattoo that’ll still look good a few years down the road. But I just loved how delicate and beautiful they looked, like they had actually been painted on skin.
I knew I had to wait until I was eighteen, which was fine. That gave me time to save up some money, and figure out exactly which design I would get, and where I would get it. Well, at least that was the plan…until my church trip to Cambodia.
I’m not especially religious, but my family has always belonged to the same church. I’ve known those kids in the church group forever. And when our group leader organized a mission trip to Cambodia, we all jumped at the chance to take a trip together. We raised money to cover the costs - bake sales, car washes, you name it! We were dedicated. I know, I know. We weren’t all excited about making a difference in people’s lives. But hey, who turns down the chance for a vacation with friends? And anyway, we would be helping people while we were there…we’d just be having a good time, too! Win-win!
So we got all the money together, booked the flights, and found places to stay near the schools and orphanages we were going to help. We even raised extra money to cover some side trips and souvenirs. It was an 8-day trip, so we were going to have a bunch of extra time to explore. My Mom was kinda apprehensive about me going so far away, but the church did these trips every year, and we’d known George, the group leader, since I was a baby.
The day of the trip finally came. I was so excited. It wasn’t my first time on a plane, but it was definitely my first time being so far away from home, especially without my parents. But I wasn’t homesick – I was EXCITED. And I just got even more excited when we were all shuttled off the plane into the tropical air. It smelled like rain and warm dirt – so exotic.
Volunteering at the orphanages was way more fun than I expected. There were a ton of kids and only a few caregivers, so the little ones were super excited to play and hang out, even though we didn’t even speak the same language. We’d brought a ton of toys for the kids, like bubbles and bouncy balls, which they were so unbelievably excited about. It was super cute! So yeah, I had fun at the volunteering gigs…but the evenings were the most fun of all, because George would just hang out with the other adults and let us do whatever we wanted. Was that dangerous and irresponsible? Sure, but we were all 17 and 18. George trusted us, and he thought we were responsible kids. I wish I could say he was right, but again…we were 17 and 18 year old kids, let loose in a foreign city all on our own, no rules, no one to tell us what to do!
There were no real drinking laws, so we would buy fancy cocktails for cheap, drinking them while looking out at the busy streets, feeling very grown up. To our credit, we only got tipsy, not wasted – we just liked the feeling of being able to order our own drinks without being questioned. Even now, I can remember sipping a too-strong, slightly warm fruity cocktail, and feeling COMPLETELY happy. It was silly – but I don’t regret it.
It was after one of these carefree, tipsy nights that we’re walking back to our hotel, and my friend Lisa points to a dingy little place next to yet another tourist bar. “Look!” she said, “There’s a tattoo parlor!” and so of course, we all went over. Nothing said you had to be 18 to get one. And they’d be way cheaper here than at home. So we went in!
I know what you’re thinking: “Emily, that is such a stupid idea. Please tell me you didn’t get a cheap tattoo from a random artist in Cambodia!” I can see it now, and I agree with you: yes, what a stupid idea. But it seemed like a good idea at the time – you know how that goes – cocktails and a foreign country – can’t beat it! Peer pressure definitely didn’t help, either. Everyone knew I loved tattoos, and they were all egging me on.

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