Tattoo

I had been emailing with Claire since I left Mc Leod and I had told her I wasn't going to be in Arambol, and that most probably, Gill or Matt weren't going to be in Vagator either. On what was supposed to be my last day, Matt appeared happily along the beach, tired of spending the whole time in Vagator. We were to meet at night along with Charlotte to see Rohan and Shamboo play.

My neighbor, a Swedish girl I could never learn her name, accompanied me to the concert, which really sucked. That was just noise coming out of a speaker and none of my friends were around. We headed to get some food, when we bumped into Matt and Charlotte. And suddenly, a red figure cries my attention. I turn around. Fuck sake! It was Claire. As when meeting up with Jamie, we embraced in a warm hug.

I learned later on that Matt, Gill, Eddie and Carro where going to Agonda as well and Claire was receptive to join in the gang, but she had just got to Arambol and wanted to spend a couple of days there. So we agreed to leave in two days.

On the waiting, I met an acquaintance of Matt who had just had done a beautiful tattoo that had taken 4 hours. Apparently, it had been done in the same place where Oli and his brother were going to have one made.

And I thought? Why not?

Back in Bikaner I had drawn an Om sign that would end up being tattooed on my back left shoulder. The Om signs represents the omnipotent, omnipresent, and the source of all manifest existence. As a syllable, it includes the past, the present and the future, and all that exists beyond the three forms of time.

My trip in India represented exactly that. It was a point of inflection in my life, where the past had been drastically set aside and my future was depending on my present in India.

The tattooer was from Argentina which made it easier to explain him what I wanted. His wife was from Barcelona and he had a tattooing place in Ibiza. On this facts, I got a discount. Of course, the drawing wasn't exactly as I had drawn it, it had the tattooers ability in drawing and his personal touch, which I accepted for the moment.

And so, on the day to leave to Agonda, where we would get 5 buses, I had a tattoo in the form of an Om sign stuck in my body.