Cocaturismo: How Cocaine in Colombia Became a Tourist Attraction

After Pablo Escobar's death, Medellín became even more steeped in the drug trade. Now, cocaine in Colombia has infiltrated every aspect of the culture, even to the point of attracting rich tourists seeking a thrill.


| October 2014


Magnus Linton originally intended to write a book about Colombia that didn’t include the words “cocaine” or “violence,” but the presence of cocaine in Colombia was too pervasive to ignore, and so Cocaína (Soft Skull Press, 2014) was born. Based on three years of research and more than 100 interviews with growers, traffickers, assassins, refugees, police, politicians and drug tourists, Cocaína is a brilliant work of investigative journalism, and an insight into one of the world’s most troubling industries. The following excerpt is from “Cocaturismo: Medellín as Heaven.”

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Among a sea of dancers Håkan, a young Swedish guy, towers over everyone else. After sticking his key in the three-gram bag he is holding and digging around a bit, he pulls up a small mound of snow-white powder that he holds up to his girlfriend, who snorts it with a quick nschh.

“Clubbing here is just a liiiiiiittle bit better than at home.” He licks off the powder that is stuck in the steel grooves of the key, paying no mind to the policemen, who have taken bribes in exchange for turning a blind eye to the goings-on inside the club. It is 4.00 a.m., and before the cocaine has even had time to kick in Håkan places a pill on his middle finger and shoves it into his girlfriend’s mouth, his arm outstretched. She swallows it with a gulp, licking his hand playfully in the process.

“I love Colombian women. They’re real women. So fucking female.”

She is barely half his height and tries clinging to his neck, but he keeps pushing her off; he isn’t in the mood to make out. Eventually he grabs her behind, lifts her up off the floor, and sticks his tongue in her ear.

Brett Andersen
3/20/2018 9:06:11 PM

Sounds like the bad domestic partying in the US in the late 80's. Oh the wreckage that resulted. Loads of productive, mostly white people, wrecked their lives with powdered cocaine as the primary culprit. This was quickly followed by loads of lower economic folks wrecking their lives with rock cocaine "crack". I was a working class white guy on the sides of all that in the 80's, and yes I indulged, but I just never could come up with the money to really be a "player" in it. I'm thankful for that to this day. Those arrogant multinational "players" like those discribed in your attached story are just to young to know what people my age know...Oh boy is the future going to challenge them. The party does end... and it sucks.