Iquitos a tranquilo city in the heart of the Peruvian Amazon. I met up with Tan of SAE and sister on their final day in town. I called my SERVAS host to leave a message that I was going out with them and we danced all night, only returning at 5am to sleep for a few hours before their plane. It was Fiesta Patrias and the main center was shut down for military parades. It occured to me that the USA rarely has large public military parades. When we want to show off our strength we use another country for our parade. I told this to Florence, who is from France, and he laughed…
On returning to my SERVAS house in the early afternoon I was greeted with the unpleasant news that she had not recieved my message and had notified the police and was on the verge of notifying the papers. It was unbelievably embarrassing to have to go the police and explain in my broken Spanish that I was alivea and had not been killed. In retrospect I want pictures of the police station but I felt too bad to take them at the time. In theory everyone had done everything right but I somehow felt I had been a burden and I decided not to go dancing again the next night.
The next day I went to buy stuff for the boat ride with Florence. I bought a hammock, water, flashlight, eating equipment, etc. I used up my last few Soles and literally had 15 cents to my name. We went to get cash and had one of those Holy Shit moments when the machine ate my card. The bank was closed and wouldn’t help me and only with the aid of a swiss army knife and some scissors did the damn thing come out, one hour and one very freaked out Nathan later. Scary scary.
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