The San Martin section of San Pedro prison (Photo by Niels Van Iperen)
Being imprisoned for drug smuggling usually means taking a little break from being a criminal. However, for Thomas McFadden – who was apprehended at La Paz airport in 1996 with five kilos of cocaine in his suitcase – the four-and-a-half years spent at Bolivia’s infamous San Pedro prison consisted of nearly as much jail-worthy activity as he’d been involved in as a free man, showing tourists around the cells and selling them homemade cocaine as a parting memento.
Australian writer Rusty Young turned Thomas’ story into a book, Marching Powder, which is now set to be made into a film. In fact, it was announced on Monday that 12 Years a Slave star Chiwetel Ejiofor would be taking the lead role, meaning development is clearly underway. But I’m impatient, so instead of waiting for the movie to come out I thought I’d ask Thomas to tell me about his life himself.
Over the phone from his home in Tanzania, where he was born and now owns a chicken farm, he recalls why he abandoned Liverpool for the glitzy world of swallowing balloons full of cocaine for a living. “My guardian parents were giving me a hard time,” he says, “so I left home at 15 and went to India with my Indian friend.” Simple as that.
Of course, being a 15-year-old runaway in a foreign country doesn’t come with the best job prospects, and Thomas quickly ran out of money. Fortunately, he soon met Mathias, a Sri Lankan man who'd lost his legs fighting for the Tamil Tigers, and who introduced Thomas to a group of wealthy Indian men who would turn him on to the drug trafficking business.
“I was very young at the time – I was just doing it for fun,” he says. “I would go shopping, buy gold… but I wasn’t doing it for the money.”
Thomas McFadden (left) and Rusty Young in Bolivia's San Pedro prison (Photo by Simone Camilleri)
Unlike a plumbing apprenticeship, say, exporting large quantities of illegal substances isn’t really a profession that allows you to cut your teeth gently; Thomas started his new career flying shipments of heroin to Morocco, then smuggling them into Europe. But that, apparently, wasn’t something that phased him too much; for Thomas, the whole thing was basically just a game, albeit one with some very severe consequences.
Depending on the situation, the young smuggler would use a variety of techniques to get his packages through customs; sometimes he’d swallow bags, other times he’d press and seal the drugs into specially made briefcases with false sides. “Every method has its time,” he says.
I ask him if he thought he was good at smuggling. “Yes, I was good,” he laughs. “Trafficking is not like shopping – it’s not easy. Somebody is waiting for you over there, and in your hand you’re carrying three kilos of drugs. You have to have guts and be smart.”
While guts and intelligence clearly count for something, there were still plenty of unforeseen bumps that almost led to Thomas getting caught. “One time I was in a queue in India, waiting to board a flight, and a policeman tapped me on my shoulder and told me to follow him,” he recalls. “I didn’t, and tried to ignore him. Luckily, the plane was about to take off and they let me go because they didn’t have enough time to catch me.”
Policemen tapping you on your shoulder as you attempt to board a plane is a pretty good indication that something’s up, so Thomas – aware that he was now being monitored by the Indian authorities – had no option but to relocate his business.
A kitchen in the Palmar section of Bolivia's San Pedro prison (Photo by Niels Van Iperen)
Choosing South America as his new stomping ground, he first worked out of Brazil before moving on to Bolivia, transporting cocaine rather than heroin. By this point, his priorities had changed – he was trafficking for a living, “not just for fun”, and it wasn’t long before his new appetite for cash landed him in the situation he’d moved halfway around the world to avoid.
In La Paz, Thomas had been bribing a police colonel in a bid to ward off any hassle from the cops. That worked out for a while, but ultimately the colonel betrayed him, sending a team of police to the airport to intercept him and the five kilos of cocaine he was carrying before he boarded a flight. He was arrested, questioned and sent to custody, where all of his possessions were stolen by guards, leaving him with nothing but the 70 grams of gak floating around in his stomach.
Thomas was sentenced to six years and eight months in La Paz’s San Pedro prison. The place – as you might know if you’re a regular viewer of late-night Sky One crime programming – is not a normal jail; it's a microcosm of regular society, where money is king and can get you anything from a television to a night with a prostitute. Inmates run their own restaurants and shops, and many of their families live in the prison with them because they’re too poor to survive alone outside.
An inmate smoking base in San Pedro prison (Photo by Simone Camilleri)
Poverty is also rife in San Pedro, with inmates having to pay for the majority of their basic amenities, such as food and rent on their jail cell. Those with no money effectively become homeless on the streets of the prison – a hardship Thomas encountered on his first night there. “On the first day I didn’t have any cash on me,” he says. “So I had to sleep on the floor, which was covered in shit.”
However, with the help of some of the prison’s more generous inmates, a volunteer from the Anglican church and the charity Prisoners Abroad, Thomas eventually got himself set up for a life in San Pedro. He was loaned the money he needed to rent his own cell and began adjusting to what would be his reality for the next few years.
The prison, as Thomas soon discovered, was also a highly efficient cocaine factory. A vast majority of the inmates were in for drug charges, and if you couple that with the rampant corruption among the guards at the time (the jail has since been cleaned up), it’s no huge surprise that the place was producing enough of the stuff to keep the entire Millwall Bushwackers firm in heart palpitations and coke bloats for the next couple of seasons. Inmates produced the drug within the prison walls, selling it on the outside and using it themselves, while the poorer prisoners smoked base, the residue left over from the manufacturing process.
Thomas with some tourists and a couple of San Pedro inmates
Thomas managed to forge his own career inside by giving guided tours of San Pedro, before offering his punters some of the prison’s homemade cocaine. Thanks to word of mouth and some promotion in a Lonely Planet guide – whose writer presumably wasn’t aware of the gift shop at the end of the tour – Thomas was soon dealing with about 70 visitors per day. “People would be planning to go to other places in South America,” he says, “but they would end up spending their whole time in La Paz.”
Every year on San Juan – a Bolivian festival on the 23rd of June – the tours would turn into overnight parties, attended by a weird mix of international drug smugglers and Western gap year students straight out of their sixth-form education. “It was a unique time, the day of San Juan,” Thomas laughs, adding that I missed “something incredible”.
One of Thomas’s visitors was Australian Rusty Young, who was backpacking around the country at the time. The two became close friends, and Rusty was so intrigued by the stories he heard that he ended up staying in the prison for three months to begin writing the novel that would become Marching Powder.
Rusty and Thomas today (Photo courtesy of Rusty Young)
Thomas was released from San Pedro in 2000 after serving two-thirds of his sentence, and went to Colombia with Rusty to finish off the book before returning to the UK. But arriving back home, he was confronted by a country that he no longer recognised. “Things had changed a lot,” he tells me. “Before I went inside there were no internet cafes or coffee shops, and everything was suddenly so expensive.”
After three fruitless years of job-hunting, Thomas decided to return to the country where he was born. Today, he tends to 2,800 chickens in Dar es Salaam, following that traditional career progression from international drug trafficker to renowned prison tour guide to livestock farmer. He has two children – a six-year-old son named Rusty, after his friend, and a one-year-old daughter.
With the life he’s had, it’s tempting to assume that Thomas could easily up sticks at any moment, trading in Tanzania for a new life in Belize or a job selling yachts along the Dalmatian coast. But listening to him talk from his home in the bush, it’s clear he’s found a place he belongs.
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