Blake left the hut this morning before me. When I put on my gum boots as usual for the mud ridden walk to camp, I felt something squishy under my right heel. I wasn't about to walk to camp with shit in my shoes, so I took it off and looked inside to see what it was. I jumped as I saw a big ass brown spider looking ready to leap out of my boot straight at my face.As I did my boot fell from the stairs landing in the mud, and the spider raced across the ground hiding under the fire wood we used to cook the ayahuasca. I got my boot on and walked over to checked him out. He was obviously wounded by my weight coming down on him, perhaps even mortally so. I felt bad, he just wanted a warm and dry place to sleep. Needless to say, from then on out I always checked my boots before putting them on.The rest of the day was entirely uneventful. I can basically qualify the second ceremony with Don Romano as a non event as well. He was so weak that it lasted less than an hour and we felt nothing yet again from drinking his ayahuasca, which Blake is convinced is nothing but 100% vine of the dead. From what we saw in the pot, he's probably right.The next morning I had the shits and although breakfast was good I was feeling worse and worse. I had to make myself vomit just so I could eat lunch. Which was probably a mistake because of how horrible the dish was. Some kind of rice and prehistoric catfish goulash, "muck n stuff" I called it.We informed Ricky that there would be no more ceremonies with Don Romano and that we wanted Victor or Caesar as our Shamans, no one else. We communicated this in the nicest possible way of course, and Ricky was sympathetic and agreed that Romano had very low energy. He called Wilder on the phone and told him the news. Wilder then talked to me and said that Caesars son would come instead of him because Caesar was in the hospital for his wife. I tried to tell him we were fine with Victor but he was insistent and assured me, if such a thing was possible..., that his son would be fine, then the line went dead. We called back, he repeated his assurances and again the line cut out.Ricky could see we were loosing what was left of our patience and suggested a boat ride to Liberta to search for Victor. The daily rains have begun to raise the water level of the river, opening passages that were previously too shallow to navigate, we would use such a passage. Blake strapped his mini boom box around his waist and blared rap and trance music as we slowly rode through the beautiful narrow river, seeing large families of monkeys, iguanas and rare birds.When we made it to Liberta Ricky requested more rap music and then got his groove on to the beets. He's actually damn good. As he busted out some skillful moves he told us about his youth, "Back when I was young, I was really crazy. Many times my friends and I were thrown out of the club, we got so crazy dancing and drinking, you don't know, so so crazy man. Oh my god!"He danced for 40 yards straight across the main walkway of the village until we reached the Scorpion house of Starch, where we hoped to find Victor, but he wasn't there so we returned to camp and decided to sleep in same hut that Wilder usually does when guests aren't using it. We quickly noticed It was the nicest room in camp, practically no mosquitos got inside, it had big windows with great airflow and low and behold a great working shower!It made me remember the first few days we were here, when Wilder showed us the hut and told us it was the best one in camp, "you'll like it here, there are too many mosquitos in our hut, you got a nice bathroom and it's quite, your lucky." Everything That man says just adds fuel to the fire and were the only ones getting burned.We were supposed to drink again tonight, but Victor it seemed had had his dancing shoes on as well and came back drunk from a party somewhere, thus no ceremony took place. The four of us did however play Casino and Blackjack by candle light. Victor won almost every game of Blackjack, but Ricky and I destroyed Blake and Victor at Casino. Victor told us some crazy storied about being in the Peruvian military 60 years ago, and of some wild horny women needing a Shamans special touch, which of course he was obligated to provide. He was definitely drunk..