Our lodge was as simple as three huts from wood and straw. A power generator had just broken down so we didn’t have water to wash ourself. I could see that camp is quite old, as nets in windows were full of holes but it was OK. They were rebuilding it but I think it will be ready for a summer season.

The good news was that the kitchen was operating and I had delicious fishes with bananas and lemonade we had collected on the way form the river. Next I put on my rubber boots and followed Jose - my guide. We entered the jungle :).  He showed me flowers, trees and animals I have never seen before. Really nice experience was to touch a rubber form a Rubber tree, watch ants highways, tarantulas or for example a little poisonous frog I didn’t spot any sloth or a jaguar that had been seen recently nearby.

It seemed Jose knows pretty a lot about plants around showing me those to cure or to kill. He used to say that for him the jungle is a big drug store, but even he doesn’t know secrets of local shamans.

I have found that using a repellent is useless. Mosquitoes and other flying creatures weren’t afraid at all, I had dots everywhere. Pity me One the one hand they had assured me there is no malaria in that area, and they are checking it from time to time. On the other hand the problem is that the malaria is the best you can get there Jose briefly described me other diseases you can have leaving  in deep jungle.

Later that day I met Jan from Sweden. Jag heter Pawel Jan is 55 years old now and crossed Amazon river from Manaos to Iquitos. Jan refused to use rubber shoes as his guide wasn’t using them and he is not afraid. He was wearing his flip-flops instead.

On my second day I had to catch some piranhas if I wished to eat anything.  After 2h I had nothing I don’t know what was wrong with my stick and hock, because hehe lucky bastard in 30 minutes cough 4! Fortunately piranhas are as clever as tasty By the night we went to look for some caymans. In this areas are no chances to find any big, mature ones and maybe even better. I was a bit sceptic about finding at least small one so I had left my camera in the camp. What was my surprise when Jan’s guide cough one. We had no other option so I carried a piece for my new shoes back to take a few picture.

I had strange feeling that our guides have all those animals, that they showed us before, hidden somewhere around the camp. To be sure we freed our cayman back to the river.

On the last day we were promised to visit the shaman’s house. But somehow plans changed and we went to see how is sugar, sugar juice or ram from cane produced. It took as about hour to squeeze juice from cane in quite ancient machine. Fortunately ram was waiting for us Juice is very sweet, like a half kilo of sugar mixed with water, blee…

Well and that’s it. It was nice few days, I cant remember if I have been ever that dirty.

As Jan had no exact plans what to do next, he decided to follow me. We were heading west!