After my time in Pacaya-Samiria, I wasn’t sure if I even still needed to drink ayahuasca after months of research and preparation. But still, I set off for Pucallpa to at least meet Pedro the shaman and his family and very soon grew to feel like a member of it. During the day we would work the property, preparing new crops of fruit or I would be mentored by Pedro, Carlos and Benito. By this stage - my laptop and main lens both lost in battle with humidity - I needed to take a 90 minute motorbike ride to an internet cafe in town every time I needed to clear off my single 16GB memory card. But I soon grew used to the wind in my hair, endless green whirling past on either side of me.
Time ceases to exist in the jungle as your circadian rhythm teaches your body to follow the sun (and the most stunning sunsets I had ever seen). My troubles long behind me, long melted away, I was free to connect with the ancient power of the Amazon.