Up early, showered and ready, we all headed for the yellow rose of Texas where we had planned to meet at 8.00am. We got there, there wasn't anybody to be seen, just a couple of arrogant American old men, an old English hippy and a few others just hanging around. We got some juice and some fruit salad and ate and waited. After about half and hour I was really starting to lose faith and was getting a little nervous that nobody would show up and it all would have been a lie. They arrived, the shaman had been sitting near us for about ten minutes, he had ordered some food but had to rush off to get some supplies at the market, he was planning to cook up a brew at the hut whilst we were there, the plan didn't materialise unfortunately, it would have been really good watching him cook up this concoction in a big cauldron then reduce ten gallons to a litre bottle.
As we were running so late, we had missed the normal boat and were left with no option but to get a speed boat there. Sounded amazing, I would much rather get there in a fast speed boat than a really slow boat with a lawnmower engine that would take about three hours compared to the forty minutes of the speed boat. We had to pay a little extra but not too much more, the boat cost $12 Soles instead of about $5 Soles, no problem, it was a lot quicker and would be an adventure in itself. When it finally set off after waiting in it for nearly an hour, the journey was a lot quicker than I thought but we had only gone a bit of the way, we still had to walk across a village and get another boat about an hour down a really small windy river to the hut. It was spectacular going along this slow boat down a river through avenues of trees, past huts and then arriving at our hut, or the hut we would be using.