I woke up this morning and stepped out of our hostel to complete chaos in the streets. Nope, no political upheavel, just a market. (The Presidential elections were yesterday and it looks like Alan Garcia is currently winning with about 53%.) The streets were filled with brightly colored umbrellas over all types of goods for sale- fish, underwear, fruit, spices, grains, dish soap, batteries, canned evaporated milk, machettes, anything you could picture in a normal store.

In preperation for our ten hour boat ride down river (although I do not trust anything people tell me anymore so it could be anywhere from 6-20 hours), Cammie and I wanted to buy some food. I thought a bunch of jerkey would be a great option. Unfortunately, the piles of jerkey had hooves sticking out with fur on the legs and I decided to avoid it. Do not think that we are being food wusses though; I have probably eaten almost every edible part of a chicken since I have been here. There is frequently chicken feet in our soup, or someone else's foot. Sometimes it is difficult to tell what animal we are eating. This morning for breakfast we found an aisle of food booths and bought the typical jongle dish which is rice, chicken, and olives wrapped in a banana leaf. It is pretty good, but again, you get weird pieces of chicken.

Upon arriving in Lagunas we will try to find a guide to take us on a trip into the jungle. I do not think that there are internet cafes in Lagunas so it will probably be a couple of days to a week before I can write another blog! But do not worry, I will still be safe, just out of reach.