“There’s a lot of that going round – loads of panic attacks,” said the long-haired, wiry Californian.
His wild-eyed companion peered around nervously before speculating: “They must be interfering again.”
I wondered who the ‘they’ were that they referred to – a mysterious force causing endemic panic attacks. It sounded like something out of a sic-fi movie – but instead of some other dimension or imagined future hell-hole, I was in Vilcabamba, a small, and very beautiful, valley town in Southern Ecuador – which has recently become home to a very particular breed of gringo. Read more
