The shaman handed me a bottle of clear liquid and bade me drink.
As I swigged the acid, gut burning liquor, stars danced before my eyes. Soon I felt drunk.
I prepared myself to be stripped, robbed and tied to a tree in the Ecuadorian jungle, but instead, the wizened Shaman smiled, crooked teeth and piercing eyes.
He pointed at a wooden bowl containing a brown concoction, the reason for my pilgrimage. It was time for my ayahuasca ceremony and the trip of a lifetime.