For the last few days Blake I have been sharing our dreams in the morning as soon as we wake up. It is a great practice, especially with someone you can tell anything to, which is a beautiful thing to have no matter what situation your in.We had our breakfast, and along with Jamie, the Brit and Hiener our guide, played 13, bullshit, and a new game that Hiener taught us in which you start from the bottom suit which was the ace of spades, and every player must advance the suit in order upwards, you must draw a card each time either way and when your finished the next player must take a card from your hand without knowing what it is. This is because there is a joker in the deck, the last player with the joker card is deemed smelly and unfit for the upper echelons of Peruvian society, according to Hiener at any rate. Jamie had already showered so he wasnt all that phased by being the loser.With the arrival of Wilder, Jamie, who had been camping yesterday, left us yet again, only now he wouldn't be coming back. He had changed his mind about joining us in the ayahuasca ceremony because he had heart problems and didn't want to take any unnecessary risks. He was a cool guy.while we were sitting in the dinning hall asked Blake which one of us should go and ask Wilder if he brought the books. Blakes reply was cold and dry, "whichever one of us wants to be disappointed first." My old confrontational tendencies flaring up inside me, I rose from the table and walked purposefully right up to Wilder, who was sitting with the workers laughing and having a good time."Hey Wilder," I said happily. "Did you bring the books?" His eyes widened and he frowned, "books?" He said. Then he slapped his knees with both hands and lowered his head between his knees. Then he looked up saying, "ohh! Damn, I made a mistake, I forgot them in the office," with that I nodded my head in acknowledgement and walked down the stairs and into the jungle back to our hut, with the laughing of Wilder and his gang trailing behind me. Blake followed soon after. "No books?" He asked, "no books." I replied.When we came back for lunch Wilder introduced us to our new medicinal plant Shaman, a bow-legged, nearly toothless 75 year old peruvian military combat veteran who's name was also Victor, making him the 3rd one we've met on this trip alone. We didn't think much of him in the beginning, but that would quickly change.Once introduced and given the explanation of what Victor would be doing with us, namely preparing medicinal plant baths and teas, almost everyone in camp loaded on to the large canoe and went up river towards the large village. On the way we passed an elegant house boat with large glass windows which we could see a plush white linen master bedroom, a dining room with an open-ended high class kitchen right beside it, which had 2 chefs working in it. The boat had 3 levels and 8+ air conditioning units on the roof alone. It must have been a pretty penny to stay on that vessel. Wilder told us later it was something like 1,000 dollars a night.Wilder, Victor, Blake and I were dropped off and went through the village looking for the plants we needed for the bath/shower we would take tonight. Later we met up with the rest of the crew and watched as Wilder and a few other of our crew played a game of soccer with the rest of the villagers.One of the things we quickly realized about victor is that he continuously talks to us, sharing his knowledge and experience, even though we remind him almost every time that we dont understand Spanish. He's a lovable guy, and everyone in the villages respects him. On our way back to camp we picked up another guy, bringing our total to 9 men in a canoe that seats 7. We were bailing out water with a cut in half plastic bottle the entire time.When we got back we prepared the shower baths and after dinner at 9 we took our first one. Then at midnight we took another and returned to our hut with strict instructions not to shower off the plant medicine when we got there. A pointless instruction really, seeing as how our shower didn't work anyways. We air dried in the living room and then laid down, our hair still wet and filled with sticky green leafs from the bath. My toe is starting to swell up, it hurts and im a little worried about it..