The #1 reason we went to Rarotonga, in case you missed the previous entry:
We were in search of Ti Pepeko, tattoo artist.
We were in search of Ti Pepeko, tattoo artist.
Wait! you say; is this the Nancie I know? And did she just
use "tattoo" and "artist" in the same sentence?!
Yes, and yes.
Background: like many people, we associated tattoos with
macho dudes or young people expressing their individuality the way we pierced
ears and wore long hair. Though we knew sailors had a long tradition of
tattooing and it's an integral part of some world cultures, the designs we saw
in the U.S.
usually ranged from uninteresting to unappealing; no educated professional in our age bracket would think of having one.
Then we watched the crew of the Picton Castle arrive home after their 14-month circumnavigation.
Regardless of who they were when they left, they returned true "Able
Bodied Seamen": strong, healthy--and tattooed. The designs were distinctive and looked
terrific! We instantly realized the difference between buying a tattoo and
earning one; these people had done the work, overcome the challenges, immersed
in the cultures. Their lives had been etched by their experiences, so there was
no reason why their bodies shouldn't be etched as well.
Many people on the Picton Castle
had theirs done by a shaman on Rarotonga ,
which is the Picton's home
port--including Katelinn. The stars on her back, of both navigational and
personal significance, are as beautiful as any art print. We were hooked.
When we arrived in the Marquesas,
tattooing was pervasive; most Marquesans have at least some designs on their
arms, legs or necks, and many are tattooed over much of their bodies. The
distinctive style was very attractive, and many cruisers got a tattoo there.
We, however, were determined to wait until Rarotonga ,
to be tattooed by the same person who had done Katelinn's. We were carrying on
a family tradition!
Now it's done; the ink is a badge
of honor, and we are proud to have them.
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