The journey was long and slow, we kept on getting stuck in these little rivers, in either the shallows, crashing into plants or the propeller dragging underneath and getting tangled in roots and leaves. By the time we got to Iquitos, it had taken us about two and a half hours, we were all soaking wet, so much so that Ludavic (I have been calling him Ludwig but I think his name is really Ludavic) kept on wringing out his t-shirt and each time an awful lot of water came out.