The swimming pool lies empty and drained of water. A gentle breeze stirs the palm leaves, and the faint lapping of the surf can be heard. Other than that, though, there is no sound. And looking at these eerie, peaceful and dilapidated surroundings, it’s hard to imagine the wild parties that once rocked these grounds – the music, the dancing, and the laughter.
In the midst of it all, some of the most powerful men in South America – and perhaps the world – would have no doubt discussed money, drug smuggling, and the unsavory fates of their rivals.