At 6am I started writing down my dreams, didn't think I had slept very well but there was no fatigue in my body to speak of and my thoughts were clear. We read in the morning and arrived right on time for breakfast to be served. We scarfed that down and played a quick game of criminal punch before going right back to the hut to read.Don Romano, his son and Ricky were already there preparing a new batch of ayahuasca in a 1 and a half-foot wide black cooking pot. All we could see inside was the vine of the dead, the MAO inhibitor containing element of ayahuasca that allows the DMT to be used orally, which is normally not possible because our stomachs contain an acid that breaks down DMT before it can be used by the body, and that's a good thing because nearly everything contains DMT. Otherwise everyone would be tripping everyday and never be normal enough to function.We were supposedly going to be taught how to make the ayahuasca brew and how it all works, but all that they did was sit there and talk among themselves, occasionally stirring the brew. This was all happening under our hut while constantly fighting off mosquitos, and meanwhile Ricky, who was not needed as an interpretor, was laying down in the hut safe and sound.The Argentinians came to visit us then and we talked for a while about their country and what places were best to visit, they gave me their contact information and even offered us a place to stay while we were there. We shared lunch with them at a small table looking out over the water, which was moved there because the workers were fixing the holes in the dinning hall roof, of which there were many.Victor was clearing the entire camp of unwanted brush and helping the workers with moving lumber, as he did everyday before we woke up and until just before dinner. He and Ricky came up to us, smiled and asked if we wanted to go to another camp to get drinking water. "Drinking water?" I asked Ricky. "Yes we are out." I laughed, and we accepted the mission.Ricky stayed behind to manage the camp, since Wilder wasnt there he was next in command. We picked up the cross-eyed soccer kid at the first camp we went too, which was able to give us 4 gallons or so of water. Next we went to Liberta village and were given mixed fruit lemonade. While Victor talked to the owner of the establishment a guide came in and showed us the scorpion he had just caught. He let it out of its bottle cage on the table and the soccer kid was putting his face up to it and pushing the guide into it while he tried to capture it again. Victor had no patience for such things and asked us to take the boy outside.We took the kid out of the village and he showed us a pathway into the jungle where many different trees and crops wed not seen before were growing. The path was full of sharp sticks mud and spiny plants, im glad we had our gum boots, but the boy went barefoot totally unphased. When we reached the village the boy ran off into a house and we rejoined Victor, who was drinking KR cherry soda and watching the local girls play Bingo. We joined in on the game and only once got close to winning. We might have had better luck if we had anymore than a 3 year olds understanding of the spanish number system.We then returned to camp, having succeeded in our mission for water, a mere 4 gallons. We had noodle soup for dinner, of which I ate far too much, and played a few great games of criminal punch with Ricky, who loves card games and shows a whole new personality while playing it, just like Wilder does. New people come tomorrow, I can't wait to meet them!