Enough!

It was a sad rainy morning, neither of us were happy, and our greatest comfort was mocking Wilder and laughing about the crummy situation we've paid to be in. Our list of concerns included but were not limited to, There being no running water in our hut for the last 6 days, having little to no fresh drinking water or food or to eat besides rice and potatoes, our hut being a mosquito death trap, and Wilder being a vicious lying scumbag. On the bright side of things I finished reading The Morningstar and was quite pleased with it as a whole.Lunch took till 1:30 to be served because they were waiting for Wilder and a new guest to arrive. It would seem they prefer everyone to mingle during meals instead of having them served on time. Regardless of how many times we've made clear to the cooks, guides and management that we want the food on time. After four weeks of the ayahuasca diet, the last thing you want to do is waste time waiting at the table for your bland food to arrive.Before the food came Wilder arrived and with him a self described Canadian red neck named Arthur. Right after telling us that he sat down and told us he was here because he was crazy, tried to kill himself by sitting in a car with the engine running, windows and garage door all duck taped shut too. But it was a hybrid car and barely used enough gasoline to put him down so he lived. He assured us however that he would not fail the next time.He went on to say that he was looking for a month long ayahuasca retreat like we were doing and wanted to know what we thought of it. We happily vented our misgivings of our Renaco lodge experience and he thanked us for it, leaving within minutes of arriving on the same boat he came with, back to Iquitos. The last thing we said to each other was that neither of us was leaving Peru until we had our minds exploded and spirits healed, and with that we bumped fists in the universal new age sign of brotherhood.Ricky, Christian & his apprentice (whose name I never got), a guide, Blake and I took a boat into the swampland forrest and gathered the bark from several trees found there. We returned, soaked them in water, waited several hours and then drank before dinner. It tasted like the pruno alcohol they make from fruits in jail, which one of our childhood friends got a taste for after a couple of extended vacations inside the joint.A swiss couple came the next morning, the women was originally from Bosnia and after getting to know us a little better told us of the horrors she survived during the Bosnian war. Although every war is hell, it always hits me hardest hearing it from the people who lived it.We had our ceremony at 8:30 till just before midnight. When Victor didn't show up with everyone else, as I had made clear we wanted him to be, I lost my temper and yelled at Ricky and Christian. They either didn't understand our request, didn't care, or couldn't make it happen. either way my show of anger tainted the entire ceremony. During which we drank twice the usual dose, I felt a little drunk but otherwise nothing special. Blake said he had pretty good visions though.The next morning while still laying in bed we had a chat about which people in our lives bring out the best in us, and what we needed to do to bring out the best in ourselves and others.At breakfast the first thing I did was check the "special cereal" that supposedly Caesar had made apart of our diet. It was a type of wheat and oats Kellogg's cereal id never seen before, and just as I suspected, packed with sugar. Ricky saw me frowning and shaking my head as I put down the box and said, "don't worry the water is working now." "No.." I said, "its not." He looked at me surprised saying, "Dennis told me he fixed it yesterday."I wanted to say that Dennis was a liar but Ricky already knew that, and Dennis was just walking in behind me. Trying not to loose my cool I just walked back to the table were Blake was peeling an orange and staring aimlessly into space. Ricky came in, I apologized for my angry outburst last night, he said it was alright and that he understood.Then he and a few other guys spent the next hour or so checking our huts source of water, a half inch plastic tube that went from camp to our hut hung on sticks 20 feet apart all the way there and duck taped together in several places it leaked from. I hoped they could fix it, but they gave up and Ricky apologized.Long before exploding I exhibit anger and frustration, but Blake's anger builds over a long period and you may not know your in the way of hells wrath before he's ready to explode. And if theres one thing that triggers him more than anything else is his food. Before lunch was served, all Blake said to me or anyone else was, "it better be on time.."When it finally came, late as feared, but as expected, I preempted the fury in Blake's near future and got up and went into the kitchen, telling Ricky, who was sitting at the kitchen table with all the workers, that we would be leaving tomorrow with the Swiss back to Iquitos, and walked promptly out. Ricky came out a few minutes later with Christian and said he felt very bad about everything, asking us to stay one more day to finish our last ceremony. We agreed, but only because we didn't want to leave on such a sour note and we wanted another shot at visions.