feeling kind of disconnected today, there are so many people in the hostel now, and right now most of them are sitting at the bar.
this afternoon i was pretty bored, a lot of people were still sleeping at 4 and the others were nursing their hangovers in front of the television. the sun was way too strong to actually go out before 4, so i ate a bit of fruit and decided to go for a walk - barranco is pretty safe during the day because there are policeman everywhere, and at night if you avoid the beach areas you should be fine - no one wanted to come with so i took off alone. two twenty something peruvian boys came up to me, asked me where i was from, what was my name, i chatted with them for a bit in the street trying to pick up a vibe, finally my gut instinct told me to lose the paranoia a bit. they brought me to a tattoo parlor just down the street and i sat and talked with the tattoo artist, luis, for a while, smoked a bit of mota, met a peruvian with blue eyes! it turns out the two boys who accosted me on the street and luis are also malabaristas and tonight a couple of us from the hostel are going to go to puente de los suspiros to do the bohemian thing. barranco is actually quite an artistic district, and i must say it is very beautiful, the architecture and the colors are breathtaking.
apparently there is a hostel here for 7 soles a night, if that is the case then i am so moving out of this hostel! it´s cheap by international standards for the facilities that are offered but it´s like the club med for backpackers on the gringo trail, and i hate that right now i´m on it.
i might meet up with someone i met here in iquitos in april to go to the jungle for an ayahuasca ceremony. it´s such a powerful plant, and i came here to find answers so i´m sure the huasca can help me answer them. from what i´ve heard the first voyage is very scary for most because it brings out all of your fears, questions, everything you hide from yourself generally when you try to pretend everything´s ok but really it´s not: it just shoves it in your face, brutally honest.
supposedly the indians can just glance at you and see if you´re sick or have a problem and they brew different plants and things to heal you, i´m not saying i am sick but i do think a bit of shamanic magic could open my eyes to the important things in life.
i´m starting to think 3 months isn´t enough, i just wanna go everywhere right now. and get the fuck out of this hostel!