Kambo 2.0 | Dogma Vs. Dosage

“Just surrender” they kept saying as the cloying sickness that gripped my stomach sent ripples of nausea up my digestive tract. I was beginning to think that this was a seriously bad idea. Maybe the worst idea I’d ever had. “Surrender?” I thought to myself, “they’re taking the piss”. I had lost track of time but I would guess it was around 15 mins since they had scraped frog slime from the stick and applied it to the stinging burns on my arm. My very first Kambo experience was feeling like quicksand and I realised I’d gotten in way over my head.

What had started out as a weekend away to drink Ayahuasca had turned into something entirely different. Never being one to back down from a challenge when the facilitators announced that they were offering Kambo frog medicine I thought, “What the hell; in for a penny, in for a pound.”

But now I had gotten myself stuck, I had this almighty behemoth blocking my path and there was no option other than to just go straight through it.