After a 14-hour bus ride to Valparaiso, Chile, I hauled a backpack up the steps to Luigi’s apartment and rang the bell. He cracked the door open, forced a smile, and waved me in.
This dude sure didn’t look like a clown.
Luigi sported a mohawk and was peppered in tattoos, and his apartment was like a frat house if those exist in circuses—cluttered with empty beer cans, top hats, dirty dishes, a unicycle and some juggling pins.
This may sound like a nightmare to some because clowns in North America make us think of IT, child molesters on Law and Order SVU or that doll that terrorized Carol Anne in Poltergeist, but I’ll have you know South American clowns are way cooler.
Inside, a circle of hippie dudes with tattoos, fauxhawks and ironic rat tails sat on the floor ...