The Hook: A Night in the Sacred Valley
I stepped off the dusty train in Ollantaytambo and immediately inhaled the sharp, cool scent of burning eucalyptus and wet, rust-colored Andean earth. It was my fourth time visiting Peru, but this trip was different. I wasn't here to hike Machu Picchu or drink pisco sours in Cusco. I was here to sit with Huachuma (San Pedro), a sacred, mescaline-rich cactus used by Andean healers for over three thousand years.
As the sun dipped below the jagged granite peaks of the Sacred Valley, casting a bruised purple hue across the sky, I sat on a hand-woven llama-wool blanket inside a traditional adobe temple. The shaman, a fifth-generation curandero named Don Julio, handed me a clay cup filled with a thick, bitter, olive-green liquid. The scent of sweet tobacco (mapacho) hung heavy in the air.
"Despacio," he whispered. Slowly.
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