Well, here we are. Another crew blog. I meant to write one last week as well but holy jebus have we been busy. We had a day off and literally; we all just slept. And Meg got tattooed. But we just mostly slept. These guys sleep like champions! I thought I was an opportunist napper but boy howdy, I think Richard and Meg are tied for that distinction. MS Word is telling me that I am using bad grammar right now with green squiggly underlines, just so you know. What can I say; I excel at some things, not so much grammar.
Anyways, what have we been doing? Well, we counted today that we have interviewed 40 people so far. It’s day 19. I think that’s like a million per day average. You might want to check my math on that one but I’m pretty sure that’s sound logic…
Let’s see, we’ve also spent at least 40 hours commuting via train, tram, bus or taxi, plus the endless plane rides across Australia. First Sydney, then Melbourne, Darwin, Brisbane and the Gold Coast. We’ve been awoken by drunk backpackers in the middle of the night, calling out for their lost friend Perrin while shoving lighters in our faces. I’ve never seen Richard move so fast, our hero! We’ve also seen our local host get a breathalyzer 2 different times in a 5km span, bless Anzac Day… Did I mention 40 interviews? I think I may have the buzzzzz of the tattoo machine ingrained in my eardrums permanently.
We’ve been here in the Gold Coast (at the Gold Coast?) for a few days. It’s friggin gorgeous but even better, I am not as afraid of coming across some random creature and dying spontaneously like I was in Darwin. Australia is serious business! So many things can kill you here with very little warning. I grew up in Alaska where you had to be careful of bears and moose, you know, obviously dangerous things. Here, a friggin shell can kill you. Yes, a SHELL. Well, technically the creature living inside the shell, but come on…
Now, Darwin-that was scary. Beautiful, picturesque but scary. We couldn’t swim because of alligators crocodiles (AND deadly jellyfish), we couldn’t poke at hermit crabs, we couldn’t loiter in the sun too long for fear our skin would combust and peel off. Okay, maybe not combust, but seriously, 90 degrees (Fahrenheit) here is the equivalent of 120 where I’m from.
All in all folks, we fear for our lives here in Australia. We may never make it out of here alive. All in the name of body modification. If it weren’t for our caring hosts, (thank you Fernando, Lori and Rowan) we surely would’ve perished already. I hope you realize the tireless efforts that go into gathering footage for what will be an amazing documentation of Australia (and the world)’s best tattoo artists and piercers!
Keep an eye out for our first video interview from Kaleidoscope Tattoo in Bondi, Sydney! Should be posted sometime this week.