Upon entering this compound we were immediately hustled into a tour by a gent who seemed to be hanging around. We were ushered into one of the houses where he described, in difficult English, the function of an assortment of Batak artifacts. If sexual with not wife then chopped off head. He made a neck cutting gesture. It basically amounted to a little tribunal of a village thief or other petty criminal which would end in the elders asking the medicine man to ask the gods for a punishment.
Magician man talk to ghost and say criminal have to be die by head chopped off.
Then he asked for five bucks. This was when I got my real taste of just how foul a place can be. We checked into the inappropriately named Hotel Sugar. Our room was far and away the filthiest place I've ever slept and at 75 cents a night, was still a total rip-off. To escape the squalor of our accommodations the decision was made to wander about the city a bit.