“Cocaine hijacks the pleasure centers in the brain. A rat will choose cocaine over food and water. It would choose cocaine over sleep, over sex… over life itself. The human brain isn’t quite the same as a rodent’s… unless we’re talking about cocaine.”– Narcos (Netflix TV Show)
I am conflicted about this post, admitting using a hard drug isn’t going to do any favours for someone already writing erotic bdsm without a pen-name. But it was a part of my trip, so it’s here in the blog. Latin America seems to be a popular destination for drug tourists, and I can’t say I’m a fan. As much as I would like cocaine legalised, I don’t think it’s a particularly good idea to snort it. And since it’s not legal, drug tourism adds to the problems drugs create in these countries, crime and violence. So I never sought out any drugs (though I am curious about ayahuasca). However, a good Colombian friend, whom I shall call Xavier in Medellin seemed to get addicted for a few days. And he liked to share, and I was curious.
Back in the day, when UK politicians were asked about their cannabis use. Most of them explained it away with the impotent claim, “I didn’t inhale.” Until one politician, whose name I can’t remember, finally said “of course I inhaled, that’s how you take it.” That’s a bit how I feel about my cocaine use – not wanting to admit I helped contribute to Colombian problems by saying to myself that my friend paid for it and would have snorted it anyway, but really it’s a lame excuse – I was curious.
And of course I was punished for my curiosity. The taste of it in the back of my throat forced me to throw up every time I tried it, which was not many considering the vomit. Xavier eventually solved the aftertaste issue with listerine, but by that point I was long done. I remembered that it was made with a mix of bleach and other nasty chemicals.
As to the experience, it was a good rush of energy, lasting about an hour, with maybe some extra confidence, but nothing special. I can see why it’s popular with high-paying professions that work long hours. Xavier hadn’t slept for 4 days and felt fine. Or claimed to feel fine – he couldn’t make lines, and made circles of white powder on a kitchen plate instead. Which he then proceeded to snort half of, and forget he had had any, which wasn´t a good sign.
As for enjoying cocaine more than life itself – bullshit. I was done after about three lines. Xavier looked on track for full blown addiction. Yet after he got in trouble with the hostel owner he stopped completely. As far as I’m aware he hasn’t had any since, he didn’t for the rest of my time in Medellin which was another couple of weeks. But television is television, and the view of reality on television is so skewed that excessive watching may well be as dangerous for the brain as cocaine. At least some shows. Not Game of Thrones or South Park of course, that would be heresy.
P.S. For a critical Colombian take on “Narcos” – http://fusion.net/story/205405/netflixs-narcos-cheapens-colombia-and-its-history/