Guatape, Colombia
Downtown Medellin, Friday night. In the entrance of an unassuming street corner shop, encased in burglar bars, sits an old man in a wheelchair. I'm with B, an Aussie girl, and a Swiss guy, and we all hesitate before approaching the doorway. The man in the wheelchair nods us through, and we decend a narrow staircase. Halfway down, the sticky air, thick with sweat, starts to crawl up my body, as my eyes struggle to adjust to the dim light in the small room. The lou...