New arrivals came today, as well as the books Wilder had promised us. Yuka from Japan, who works as a spare parts distributor to Dell and Ybon a Peruvian Chinese mix whose great- great grand father was sold as a slave in Peru way back when. We quickly got to know each other by playing cards and by the time lunch rolled around we were already getting political.We talked about 9/11 being a false flag operation. (meaning a covert staged event to blame an opposing political, economic, or religious group; well-known historical examples of which include, the gulf of Tonkin, Hitlers burning of the Reichstag, the burning of Rome by Nero to blame the christians, remember the maine. So on and so forth.)9/11 was most likely run by Black ops factions of several agencies and organizations, such as the Central Intelligence Agency and Mossad (israeli intelligence) but we may never know. Ybon knew a good amount about it all but Yuka was a deer in the head lights the entire conversation. She said she had never heard about any of it but was very interested, and also that she was sorry she couldn't communicate that well with us, which no one held against her, especially while on the subject of conspiracies, which no one considers polite conversation.Antoine and Marilou had made a deal with Wilder to have an Ayahuasca ceremony that night with Victor. Once we had finished dinner we walked together with them to our hut, and since we believed that you should only be present in a ceremony if you are drinking or interpreting we wished them all the best and excused ourselves to lay down. From what we could hear of the ceremony it was much different from the ones we had with Caesar. The ceremony went until 3 in the morning and we hadn't eaten dinner until nearly 9pm because everyone including the camp cook were partying for the 2nd round of soccer games in Liberta, so neither of us slept well.In the morning Antoine, Marilou and Ybon Prepared to leave. Wilder would be going back to Iquitos as well to get more Ayahuasca, or so he said, we've decided to keep his words in the fantasy folder of our trip until further notice.Before lunch was served a new boat arrived. Blake and I were sitting at the dinning room table playing cards, as we usually did before and after meals. I turned my head around to check them out and guessed out loud that they were German and French. One of the guides we knew from last week came in from their boat and said hello. "Where they from?" I asked him, "not sure, German and French I think," he said as he walked passed us into the kitchen."Howd you know?" Blake asked. The Germans were easy to spot, all wearing Birkenstocks, thin smart-looking glasses, sweat paints and well maintained emotionless gazes, totally textbook. The French were wearing much more relaxed and adventurous clothing, and the guy was smoking a cigarette as he got off the boat, it was a split choice really, between France and the US, I just went with what seemed the most realistic. Not wanting to go into all the details of my observations though, I just smiled and said, "lucky guess."After being shown to their rooms, each group entered the dinning room to eat and we introduced ourselves. Three of them were from Germany, 1 was from France and the other had lived in France, her father was French but her mother was Peruvian, but she grew up in Texas.. So I guess I was right either way. I didn't see the 2 other people at the back of the boat though, they were Argentinian.While eating lunch the first thing I asked David, the French guy, was about the proposed 100% tax rate in France. He said he wasn't rich so it wouldn't affect him, and he could give a shit about the French government anyways. The conversation spiraled out of control from that point on, no one but David, Laura (the french, peruvian American girl) Blake and myself even said anything, everyone else hung back and watched the spectacle.Before dinner Blake and I had yet another plant water sauna that we had helped Victor make. During dinner we weren't so chatty as before but we did play a number of card games with Laura and David. Getting to know each other outside of the political sphere, which is always nice. Blake and I started reading the books that came today and were happy for them.