'The shaman poured the dense, black liquid and summoned us forward individually. It tasted disgusting, it smelt vile but it felt good to drink.'It soon kicked in. I was locked in a prison. Then the door flew open. It was my dad, dressed as I remember him when I was five years old.'The experience of taking ayahuasca on Costa Rica will remain one of the most vivid and shocking of Juliet Owen-Nuttall's life.
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