Blake finished Psychology of the Transference in the morning, a great book for us to have read while on this journey, especially since were both dealing with our psyches in our dreams and in the psychedelic realms.We shared lunch with the Canadian God cousins, played 13 and spoke more about the New World Order and about our lives at home. When 4pm rolled around everyone in the camp was given the choice to either visit liberta village, the one with the paved roads and working street lights, to watch the soccer game, or effectively to stay in camp alone, naturally we all decided to go.When we arrived Blake was already hungry again and walked off into the village looking for fruit to score from a tree or generous mind reading local. I joined him and on the walk we found Victor rummaging through the bushes gathering plants, we told him we wanted some fruit and his keen eyes instantly bounced back and forth between the houses, trees and bushes surrounding us, then he walked off without a word.A moment later he had returned with a bundle of bananas, of which Blakes share was gone as soon as it landed in his hands. Victor grinned his two tooth grin and asked if we wanted more. We told him we did and he waved his fingers toward him indicating that we should follow. We got one each from one house and some more from another, but at that house they asked Victor to ask us if we wanted to "see their work" we didn't know what that meant and weren't really interested but they had given us free food so we went in the hut to see none the less.The women started pulling out necklaces and bracelets from a bag and we understood. I found nothing that fancied me but Blake got 3 protection bracelets for 10 soles, giving one to me, for which I was thankful. They are made up of little oval nuts painted half red and half black and are used to protect babies from evil spirits and the jealous negative emotions of others. We thanked them and left the house.We had already eaten a few bananas each but Blakes hunger was insatiable, so when we joined the others who were watching the game and eating salt slathered Chinese rice and chicken, we ordered the only thing we could from the kitchen, saltless rice, 2 boiled eggs and yucca, dry as the desert and plain as day. I asked the lady for a lemon, she nodded as if she understood and disappeared behind the counter, a moment later reappearing on the deck where she sat down to watch the game. Wilder told me later that lemons all had to be brought from Iquitos and were something of a specialty item here. In the end we didn't even eat half the rice on our plates. Our stomachs hurt after as well, so even the fact that the food was dirt cheap didn't smooth things over much.Music was playing then and Blake broke out into a funky dance alone in the middle of the room, with me joining in soon after. I only danced a few minutes and then stopped, but Blake went wild, doing the inch worm body roll, moon walk, saturday night fever twist and more, he was off the hook! When he finished we gathered in the corner where Marilou and Antoine were eating.Marilou was having a hard time with her chicken because sitting on the ledge above them was a hen staring murderously at her as she half heartedly picked at her meal. Their guide was not tall enough to get rid of the hen so he enlisted Blake to do the job for him, which he did with a cold and calculated smack to its face, which amazing it rebounded from, but not so with the second strike, which knocked it off the ledge and down the outside wall of the establishment. Everyone thought this was real funny, but in spite of it all Marilou was no longer in the mood for poultry.Afterward Blake, Wilder, Nick(Moisess son) and I played soccer with a wild cross-eyed local boy, probably no older than 7. When that was done we all piled on to the canoe and headed back to camp. On the way home a pod of dolphins surrounded our boat and jumped all around us, there wasnt much light in the sky then, but it was a beautiful sight all the same. For dinner we had noodle soup and after that we took plant baths that Victor had prepared for us before we left. Sadly, we didn't sleep well at all, too much damn starch!