As near as I can tell, one of 3 things happen when you enter one of the dreaded Refugios

1.  You enter and spiral down into Refugio hell never to return to the land of the living.  Kiind of a Dante s trekking Inferno.

2.  You enter and as a trekking refugee, you await repatriation to a  host country, often waiting for years seeking social justice in a bunk room stacked high like human cord wood.

3.   You meet some interesting people, get a crappy night sleep and then grab your box lunch and head for the next Refugio.

I am hoping for #3.