15:01 – Upon taking the first sip of the concoction prepared for me, the palate is awash with complex earthy flavours. An affront to the senses, the merger of the aroma and taste is unusual, unlike the common flavours I’m accustomed to. I hand the ceremonial carved-wood vessel back to the shaman. Within what feels like mere seconds, the profuse salivation sets in. The eyes, while able to remain open at will, feel that closed is their preferred and somehow natural state. They roll back accordingly. It is then, the odyssey begins.