Travel Journal of the Soft Heeled Gringos...

While walking through the cobblestone streets of Antigua a boy of about 12 years approached us playing an indigenous flute.
"Eh senhor, you want to buy a flute?" he asked in his best English.
"No gracias, amigo" i said.
At this he came a bit closer and, in Gollum's voice, said "You want cocaine?"
Breaking open the flute he showed me a gram of coke hiding inside.

There were a lot of gringos playing flutes with their noses in the streets of Antigua.