After arriving back into Lima with the entire UN crew, the name I dubbed the group, we officially said our goodbyes to each other. Hugo and I decided to stay together and travel south to Ica and then onto Huacachina, which is located only minutes outside Ica. we arrived in Ica late and ended up crashing at a hotel that was still in the finishing stages of it's construction. For this reason we got a room at a hostel price. The staff were very friendly and helpful ...

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 an...

The second day in the Jungle was filled with laughs and great animal sightings. We woke at six for a two hour hunt for animals during their morning routine. We were only thirty minutes into our search when our head guide Pedro spotted a sloth. How he managed to see the sloth sixty feet in a dense tree I do not know. We quickly went to the tree and our other guide Lorenzo immediately began chopping the tree down. We were all felt a bit guilty because the tree was ...

As the sun rose over the jungle sprawl all five of us packed into a taxi and head towards Nauta to catch our boat. After thirteen minutes of provisioning in Nauta out guide Pedro and his help Juan steered us off into the direction of the jungle. The boat ride took about three hours which landed us in a small indigenous village named Buenos Aires. We ate lunch amongst the village people and we got to meet the school teacher. She was very friendly and passionate ab...

After the long 4 day boat trip on Henry 7 we land on Iquitos. Iquitos is the last city before one enters the jungle and it's and it's relaxed nature was a certain side affect of it's seclusion from the world. From the minute we all hit the muddy ground at port the pestering began. Mototaxi drivers attacking from every angle each one low balling the other. We all decided to go with the two men who approached us first, sometimes it's easiest that way, instead of tr...