Chloé's escort break: a spiritual journey
As some of you may still remember, our Amsterdam high class escort Chloé was unavailable for bookings for over a month around the turn of the year. In this blog post she reveals where she was during that period, and what she experienced there. A fascinating journey of a month spent detoxing in the breathtaking nature of South America. As she takes on the challenges of her detox, she discovers not only the physical changes but also the emotional growth they bring with them. Let her story inspire you, and discover the power of detoxing in nature.
After all the busyness that 2024 brought me in my career as a lawyer, it was finally time to truly unwind. Not the kind of relaxation you'd normally seek out in a sauna or spa, but a full month of detoxing from all stimulation. Where better to do that than in nature, I thought. So I decided to travel to South America for four weeks and go on retreat there. Now I can hear you thinking: "How airy-fairy of you, Chloé." And that was exactly what, as a down-to-earth girl from Groningen, I was so very much looking forward to!
The plan was: as little screen time as possible, plenty of hiking in nature, finishing a good book, meditating, attending a breathwork session and, as the cherry on top, taking part in a tobacco ceremony, followed by a two-day ayahuasca ceremony somewhere in the jungle. Listing it out now, I think: goodness, how intense for someone with zero experience in the spiritual world and in finding inner peace. But that's also what defines me as a person. I leap into the deep end, I take on every challenge and I love the unknown and trying new things. Sometimes that leaves me with egg on my face, but very often it also leads to experiences that make my exciting little life special.
The moment the plane's wheels touch the runway, a particular kind of excitement surges through my body that I'd never felt before. I knew I was going to do something really cool in the jungle, but at the same time it was new to me. While waiting for my suitcase, I quickly looked up again what a tobacco ceremony actually was. I'd prepared well and in good time for the rest, but this was still new to me.
I arrived at my luxurious Airbnb, which had every comfort. The view was breathtaking: a large mountain covered entirely in forest. The host had told me the sunrise was magical, so I was already looking forward to that! I'm a sucker for sunsets. I unpacked my suitcase, jumped in the shower, and instead of switching on Netflix, I picked up my newly purchased book, The Hidden Promise by Lucinda Riley. The adventure of finding inner peace had begun.
I was startled awake by all the animal sounds at 6:00 in the morning. Holy moly! I wasn't used to this. In my life in Amsterdam I hear the taxis crossing the tram tracks or all sorts of sirens, which irritates me enormously. Now I was being woken up too, but a smile appeared on my face. I was in the wilderness and I loved that the sounds of nature had woken me. The night before, I'd already put my oatmeal in the fridge, so I started the day with strong coffee and my bowl of oatmeal.
During breakfast I made a plan for the next two weeks. In those first weeks I was still allowed to drink alcohol and be very active, but for the two weeks before the ceremonies I had to follow a strict diet. So I decided to do two hikes each week and have lunch out. While I was busy with my planning, there was a knock at my door. Who could that be at 9:00 in the morning?
I quickly put on my black velvet kimono and opened the door. A beautiful woman was standing in front of me. I'd guess she was around thirty. She had long brown hair and green eyes. She smiled, revealing beautiful white teeth. I took in her whole figure. She had a gorgeous behind. So round I'd rarely seen the like. Her waist was so narrow that it made her curves stand out even more. I felt myself starting to blush.
"Hello Chloé, did you sleep well? I'm Valentina, your guide for the coming weeks. I understand you're staying for four weeks. Do you have any idea what you'd like to do?" I knew I'd booked a private guide, but I hadn't prepared myself for the fact that she'd be a woman, and an incredibly attractive one at that. Wait, would she know that I'm attracted to both men and women? No, of course not, I assured myself. But the fact that I'd been blushing so deeply could hardly have gone unnoticed.
Valentina and I walked the Salkantay Trek together, one of the most beautiful hikes in the area, which climbs to over 6,000 metres. We decided to stop for a moment to take in the impressive view of the tropical jungle. It was tropically hot, so much so that you couldn't tell whether your clothes were damp from sweat or from the humidity. By then I'd spent two weeks with Valentina, and she was not only a beautiful sight but also highly intelligent. She kept surprising me with her fun facts about the surroundings.
By then I knew I'd come to see her as an object of desire, and my goal for that day was to invite her to my apartment so we could spend the evening together. I wanted her. In bed at night I fantasised about her impressive behind and breasts, about undressing her and gently, ever so gently, caressing her beautiful curves. The very thought already made me feel warm. For the two weeks before the ceremonies you're not allowed any sex, I'd been told, so then I'd no longer be able to act on my fantasy. It was now or never!
One thing is certain: this was one of the hottest nights I'd ever spent with a woman. I'd have liked to spend much more time with Valentina, but rules are rules: I had to go on a "diet"! The ceremonies were starting in just two weeks, and the preparation for them is no small thing. I wasn't allowed any sexual contact, nor any sex with myself. Also no coffee, no dairy, no alcohol of course, and no red meat. On top of that I had to stay off my phone, meditate a lot and spend time in nature. This was going to be tough, I thought, because I love strong Arabica-bean coffee in the morning. This would prove to be even more of a challenge than no sex. I'd also deliberately chosen to leave my toys neatly at home for this trip.
My feelings went up and down. At first I felt an enormous amount of tension and so many doubts about whether I should be doing this that, a few times, I was almost on the verge of cancelling everything. I so badly wanted to pour myself a good glass of red wine, but somewhere I knew I'd regret it, so I didn't. I persevered. I stuck to my diet and went walking in nature every day, without AirPods! I meditated with a view of the mountains and decided to attend a private breathwork session with a Dutch woman who lived here and was very highly regarded.
During this session all sorts of emotions came loose. I began to cry with happiness. I saw myself as a child, taking the hand of the woman I am now, and the words she whispered to me were that she was incredibly proud of me. How special to be allowed to feel this, and through breathwork alone! I was astonished by the effect it had on me, and I knew this would only intensify as the ceremonies began.
It was Friday morning, 6:00, and I was once again woken by the sounds of animals and the wind blowing through the trees, and I saw the sun light up my room. I'd grown so used to this natural alarm clock that I knew I'd miss it terribly once I had to go back to Amsterdam. So I decided to take in the feeling it gave me and to enjoy it even more than I already did. This was my last morning in my luxurious Airbnb, and that afternoon I'd be checking in for the ceremonies and sleeping in the jungle. All my things were ready to leave. I said goodbye to the place and thanked it for the lovely time it had given me. I didn't know whether I'd ever return here, but what I did know for certain is that I'd never forget that night with Valentina here.
During check-in I saw the other participants for the first time, as well as the place where we'd be sleeping together. The group consisted of ten people. We were going to sleep here for two nights together — how special! I saw no shower and no toilet. Well, that meant a 'deodorant shower' every morning and digging a hole in the ground when I needed to pee. Once a country girl, always a country girl. I introduced myself to the shaman, the facilitators and the participants. Fortunately there were two Dutch people among them, with a lot of experience, so I decided to stay close to them. I was nervous and at the same time very excited that I was really going to do this. After everyone had settled in and introduced themselves, dusk began to fall and the programme could begin. What struck me was how relaxed everyone was, and how casual the atmosphere felt, with everyone being kind to one another. That felt lovely. People who'd all come with the same goal as you, and who dared to make themselves vulnerable. This instantly created a bond of trust, and the group felt like friends I hadn't seen in a long time.
We began the ceremony with a Kirtan Circle. We made a campfire and sat around it together in a circle on cushions, having brought along all kinds of thick blankets. The shaman began making music with his facilitators on all sorts of different instruments. What I heard was truly beautiful. The voices of these people, when they began to sing, moved me. It was so pure that it reached you instantly. I got a lump in my throat when the group suddenly began to sing along. So this was a Kirtan Circle. You knew neither the songs nor the lyrics, and yet everyone sang along! How special. A feeling arose that we formed a kind of tribe together.
After about an hour we began the Tobacco ceremony. I'd looked up what this involved, and I knew it wasn't necessarily going to be very pleasant. The purpose of it is to prepare your body for the Ayahuasca, which means you're completely purged. As soon as I'd taken the drink and had to drink litres of lukewarm water given to me by the facilitators, it took only five minutes before I began to 'purge' (also known as: vomiting). I detoxed myself of all negative energies, and after an hour of detoxing my body was completely empty and clean. I fell into a deep sleep on my mat beneath the clearest starry sky I'd ever seen, and began to dream. The dreams were so real and so intense that I truly thought they'd actually happened when I woke up. But I soon realised again where I was, and I enjoyed being the first to wake while the rest still lay in deep sleep. What a crazy thing I was doing, I thought. There I was, lying in the middle of the jungle with a group of people. Fortunately it wasn't cold, and it didn't feel at all as though I missed the daily luxuries like a toilet or a shower.
I was living so fully in the moment and so focused on that one goal, the Ayahuasca ceremony, that I thought of nothing else. Because our whole group was going through the same thing, what was happening didn't feel strange at all. I decided to give myself a deodorant shower, drink some water and take a little walk in the jungle until everyone woke up. I'd now gone twenty-four hours without eating, and still I had no feeling of hunger. The feeling of healthy anticipation prevailed. I knew that the Ayahuasca trip awaiting me was going to be intense, and I was preparing myself for it not only physically but also mentally. How proud of myself I already was that I'd dared to do this.
After we'd all taken our first Ayahuasca drink, the shaman began a ritual that we had to repeat and follow. He began to speak towards the north, east, south and west, and we all joined in with him. When we reached the south, my legs already gave way beneath me, just like those of many other people. The trip had begun! I decided to finish the ritual on my mattress and close my eyes so the medicine could do its work. I saw all kinds of colours and shapes, and it seemed as though the world was changing. This was fun!
I kept repeating in my head the intentions I'd set for myself, hoping that Mother Ayahuasca would pick them up and give me answers. At this point I'd completely lost all sense of time, and I still remember seeing the head of an Egyptian woman with incredibly beautiful, large, closed eyes. Could this be Mother Ayahuasca? The feeling this woman gave me was incredibly loving and tender. One of my intentions was that I wanted to be more open to receiving and giving love. After a while it became very clear to me that I should stop asking questions and simply enjoy what the medicine was giving me — and that was a great deal of love.
Exactly what I'd asked for was happening, and although at first I resisted the feeling, I learned to receive it, and once I gained this insight and let it wash over me, I felt more loved than ever! Together with the group, I decided to drink once more, and for the second round we made music. The 'celebration' part had begun. Although I also saw other people crying, shouting and moaning, I myself felt very loved and happy. I drank my second Ayahuasca drink, and after some time had passed, something very special happened. My body began to move of its own accord to the sounds of the music being made with guitars, tambourines, samba shakers and the beautiful voices of these people. I stood up, and my body was already moving before my mind even knew which sound was coming. The shaman saw it happening and decided to come over to me and play the music behind me even more loudly, and my movements grew larger and more beautiful still. I was like an Egyptian dancer. It seemed as though my subconscious had taken over and my thoughts had switched off. I shed a tear, because this was a blissful feeling I'd never experienced before. The group looked on at the scene, and some people began to move too. Afterwards I was told that the Ayahuasca had activated my Kundalini. Well, fun — another thing experienced, I thought.
The end of the ceremony was approaching, and I noticed the medicine beginning to weaken. Everyone came round a little, and the musical performance slowly came to an end. For a moment I had no idea how I felt or what insights this had given me, but I did know that I'd found it tremendously wonderful and intense. The shaman made a campfire, and we decided to write down our old habits and patterns and ritually burn them in the fire. We did this together with an offering we brought to the fire — something we'd found in nature. I'd picked a few twigs and herbs and ritually burned them along with three old habits. In my mind I planted new seeds for 2025 with positive intentions. One of those new intentions was that I wanted to be a little kinder to myself in various ways. I repeated the intention, and the shaman cleansed me with the smoke of the fire in which I'd burned the old intentions. I closed my eyes and felt very light and at peace. The rest of the group did this too, and by now it was 20:00 in the evening. I'd been on an Ayahuasca trip from 11:00 in the morning until 20:00 in the evening. Goodness me! We ended the ceremony by sharing all sorts of lovely dishes that everyone had prepared at home, and chatted a while. It was time to say goodbye to these people; I'd never see them again. The bond we'd created with one another was intense and strong, and the farewell weighed quite heavily on me.
When I was in the car, on my way to the five-star hotel where I'd booked the Junior Suite, I called my mother and my best friend to tell them I was still alive and that all was well with me. They were worried but also proud of me. I checked into the hotel, and the room was even more beautiful than in the pictures, and I suddenly realised again how lovely it is to be able to shower. The shaman had prepared us for the fact that our chakras would remain fully open in the period ahead, so everything could feel very intense. It was the most wonderful shower I'd ever had in my life. I was still floating so much that I decided to order room service, and I spent the rest of my evening staring at the ceiling, letting everything I'd experienced sink in. I fell into a deep sleep, and the next morning I ran to the coffee machine. I made a strong cup of coffee — how I'd missed it, I thought. I took a sip and immediately spat it out again. The taste was nothing like what I'd been used to. It occurred to me that this was only the beginning of the changes I'd go through in the period ahead. Now the journey had truly begun. Since that day I've never drunk coffee again.