I hadn't had a look into my sick bucket all night and even though I knew it wouldn't be like who I saw it last night and thought it would be, I still had a slight inkling that it may have been purple with bits in it. It wasn't, it was clear with bits of chewed up fish in it. It was now 5.00am and our boat had been sort of arranged to leave here at about six or six thirty. I thought I would get up, get my stuff together and get ready for the day ahead, I didn't get too much sleep, I was tripping until about twelve then put my mosquito net up and got to sleep about an hour later, so in reality I may have only had about four hours sleep maximum. I woke up to sheer disappointment, it had rained nearly all night, it was raining now and it didn't look as though the weather was going to let up at all. Annoyingly it was raining when a boat arrived to drop some people off at the hut, they pulled away and none of us knew what was going on, this was the boat we had arranged the night before to take us back to Iquitos and it was leaving us here. Somebody called it back and asked if he was still going to take us back. There was all this confusion as to what the plan was, they ended up trying to sort out some kind of plan for over an hour now, eventually they came to an agreement, the lady who owns the boat's son was going to drive us back to Iquitos. We set off on the boat, in the rain, not to heavy now but it looked as though it would get worse at any minute and it did, the skies just opened up and the rains came down thick and fast. We only drove about five minutes down river, got to another hut and then everybody else got out apart from us, what the hell is going on, why can't plans be made and kept instead of constantly changing without any notice. Anyway, we were waiting on this boat a while, her son appeared with a poncho and two umbrellas, not really enough but it would do, even though we were pretty much all soaked it made things that little bit more bearable especially when it was pouring heavily.