Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past

I ended up all over 7 islands in Fiji. 20 minutes after getting off the plane and wandering, I found myself in the back room of some shop taking part in some cultural ritual, drinking dirty water and saying Fijian prayers while wondering in the back of my head if I was in the process of getting drugged and murdered. Afterwards (I survived), thinking the trip couldn't get much crazier, I climbed a mountain wearing Vans, slept on a beach with wild dogs, snorkeled around the Blue Lagoon, almost drowned 27 times, went cave diving, met with a chief and gave away clothing to his small village, broke an expensive camera on the first day and lost another phone.

After narrowly escaping deportation, I'm back in Sydney and tattooing at Industrial Strength's King St Tattoos. So come get tattooed! (and if any authorities ask you, I don't work here)