First off I'd like to say that the toilet is just for laughs and in no way is it symbolic of my feelings about the jungle.:) The next two days on our jungle adventure went much like the first two days. We ate wonderful food often piranha and searched the jungle every morning and night for exotic animals. Although their were things that we as a group wished we could have seen for the most part we all were satisfied. The hours that were spent never revealing the animals of our imagination were instead filled with amazing bonding opportunities and the blossoming of beautiful friendship. The long boat ride back meant that the inevitable was to happen. We were powering ahead towards our eventual separation and for those four long hours back to civilization we all got to reflect on the great joy our chance encounter had brung. Once back in Nauta we all headed to the last stop on the jungle itinerary, a meeting with a shaman. It had been pre discussed and decided that three of my traveling companions minus the female and myself would partake in a Ayahuasca ceremony. The whole thing was so surreal even though I wasn't partaking in the drinking of the ancient medicine. My mates threw up for four hours while the shaman whistled an chanted ancient shamanic tunes. The room was completely dark and the only sounds other than barfing and chanting were the whizzing of bats through the night. We all got up at four in order to catch a 6 o'clock ride back to Iquitos. The morning walk out of the jungle reminded me of a scene out of the movie Apocalypse Now. We all rather zombie like followed the shaman through the pitch dark. As the sun rose over us one of my mates fell behind, ill from the walk out. I stopped along with another member of our group to help him out. As we came to the last hill I felt our experience starting from the boat ride over in one congealed moment. It felt grand and the scene was rather wild. At the bottom of hill I saw Alex walking with his button up shirt undone and is head tilted back as if he were looking up at something mystifying. His walk was something like a drunk sailors and then there was the three of us. Niko, Hugo, and I at the top of the hill we were stopped. The brilliant reds and yellows of the rising sun stopped us in our tracks. I looked back at it with refreshment, while Hugo and Niko experienced it in what seemed to be a similar way. The day was beginning just like it had since the beginning of time and the same way it had since the people of those wild parts had lived there. Except on that morning the day began with us new souls amidst the wild jungle's scape. Each soul searching for something and all on their own unique journey. Yet for that moment we all shared the soil, the sounds, the air, and the ether in a instance of pure bliss. Flying out that morning back to Lima was bitter sweet but at least I have feels like that locked away in my mind the will lighten my soul until it part ways with this life.