The night dragged on in the slowest of fashion, and the distant morning was the reminder of our nightmare. Few things are more psychologically stressful than sleep deprivation. It's actually a common form of torture practiced all over the world. I once forced myself to stay awake for 7 days straight when I was 16 just to see if I could and that fucked me up for, well.. For life! Every time I can't sleep for more than 24 hours I develop a sort of anxiety that brings me back into the space I was in during that experience, making it even harder to sleep.When the dawn finally came, we went into the dining hall for our last breakfast there. The Canadian dance couple came in and talked to us about a woman who felt like she had worms crawling under her skin. The doctors in the United States didn't know what it was and couldn't help her. So she went to Peru and a shaman gave her a strong hallucinogenic agent administered through the nose in powder form. Now im not sure if they said the woman had the worms coming out of her every orafice or she just felt that way, but the lady continued the procedure for 9 months until she was finally cured. She must have really been suffering to commit to something like that!We had our final lunch and then handed out tips to who we thought deserved it, namely the cook, Ricky, Christian and his apprentice. As we were leaving two new woman arrived. One was born in Ghana but raised in New York and the other born in Iran but lived in the US. They had just attended the climate change conference in Lima and said it was very, very disappointing. I was tempted to go into the global warming hoax and a number of other issues but I didn't.The boat ride back to Iquitos was the most magical one yet. We went up very narrow rivers surrounded by tall grass and Lillie's, with the sun shining and the rain poring all at once. A pod of dolphins swimming beside us and a flock of white storks gliding over them. Just wonderful.As we arrived at Nauta the port we left 26 days past, I felt the weight of civilization press down upon me with all it's loud noises, pollution, garbage and endless swarms of people all competing to survive. It's a lot to take in when coming from an extended stay in the wild. The first thing we did was look for the same grapes we had gotten there the first time, failing that we piled into a motor taxi, which took us to the bus stop, and from there we got a minivan transport to take us back to Iquitos at blinding speed.We didn't care for the first hostel we visited, the Casa de Fraces, it smelled stale and was more than we wanted to spend, but we immediately liked the second one which was cheaper and much nicer, it was called the Hobo Hideout, and we didn't know it then, but we'd soon become apart of the place and the family who owned it.We couldn't find a place to eat that fit the diet so we went to the market and loaded up supplies to make our own food. Upon returning to the Hobo Hideout the lady who checked us in said we weren't allowed to cook past 6pm, but she saw that we were only trying to boil sweet potatoes and relented, actually helping us cook them. Just then we heard a man entering the living room complaining loudly about a multitude of issues to a Peruvian woman. Our first impression of the guy was that he was just another kook traveler staying at the hostel like us, but he turned out to be the owner, the Peruvian lady his wife, and the elder lady helping us cook the sweet potatoes her mother.He introduced himself as Jimmy and began telling us a long and incredible string of tales that he had lived through, how he had just survived malignant malaria and dengue fever when everyone else on the expedition had died, how he had taken Ted Nugent and a host of other Rich and powerful people hunting in Alaska and the Amazon. The tales continued and all the while Anacondas, the movie with jon voight and ice-t was playing on tv in the background, lol. We thanked him for his time and turned in early for the night, I had 28 unread emails but I decided to save them for the morning.