20 years ago I went to South America. I didn’t put a lot of thought into it, I just bought a one-way ticket and went. I was 23 at the time. I actually turned 24 on a boat on the Amazon – which is a pretty cool thing to do. Except it was a cargo ship, NOT a tourist boat (Spanish and Portuguese are NOT the same language and mistakes happen), and it happened to be slowly sinking at the time.
I actually have a picture of this birthday morning. I am standing on the deck of the boat looking out over the water as the sun lit up the horizon line. The picture was taken by an 84-year-old German missionary named Helmut who had left the cargo hold where the passengers were sleeping (in hammocks strung up between the masts and covered with mosquito netting) to come above deck and watch the sunrise. He snapped the picture unbeknownst to me and months later I received it at my home in Park City, Utah accompanied by a letter I still have asking me to buy him a boat for his mission.
Now turning 24 on a sinking ship in the Amazon is an interesting experience to be sure. But while I was in South America I also; almost drowned on a river, got lost in the jungle, got murdered by angry villagers, met a Witch Doctor, learned Spanish, fell in love with an English guy, fell in deeper love with an Israeli guy, fell in and out of love with my former boyfriend, played out an elaborate game of “romantic chicken” with a German girl who also wanted the Israeli guy, met people from around the world, endured bus boarding by armed military, bought ugly hand-made sweaters etc. etc. ETC… I also encountered; monkeys, freakishly large insects, pink dolphins, piranhas, narco king pins, tree sloths and dysentery and so much more. And I gained 15 pounds.
So what does this have to do with tattoos? Nothing. But I have always wanted to write a book about the unbelievable amount of freaky shit that happened to me in South America and I thought I could tell the story – all of it true I shit you not – slowly over time on Throwback Thursday. Also I am too lazy to start a whole different blog for this premise.
So if you are one of the select few who read my blog (and I thank you, by the way) you can look forward to a long, strange, 100% true story about that time I went to South America – dished out in little portions over how ever many Thursdays it takes.
BONUS: I will put actual pictures from trip in some of these posts once;
- My husband gets the ladder out of storage so I can get into the crawl space and find my box of photos. This is not on the top of his list so it may be a week or two.
I figure out how to digitally scan and import these photos. They were taken with actual film. One of the cameras I used on my trip was stolen in a border town in Ecuador (that’s why we had to meet the Witch Doctor – believe me – Long. Story.) so I don’t have as many pictures as I would like but I have a handful of good ones.
All of this material will ONLY be under the “Witch Doctors, Wine Coolers and Woe” so if it’s not your thing it will be easy to avoid.
And because I need to put a least a couple of pics in this post and it will give you a taste for next Thursday…
The two things I thought about the most before I left on my trip?
Next Thursday; Butterfly Vs. Spider