Hotel El Indio
$176
Hotel El Indio loomed at the edge of Otavalo like a forgotten relic, its weathered stone walls echoing with the whispers of ancestral voices, their mournful cries intertwining with the haunting strains of distant panpipes that seemed to seep from the very bowels of the earth. Guests often stumbled upon shadowy figures clad in tattered woven garments, their vacant eyes locking onto souls as if to beckon them to join the endless dance of the dead; those who lingered too long found themselves trapped in a twilight realm, where time twisted and the air thickened with a sense of impending doom. Leaving the hotel was not always a choice, for sometimes, it was the hotel that decided who would remain.