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Gentleman’s Club

(Post from Jan 28, 2015 – that i just found in my drafts. Somehow escaped my sight, so here it is)

Location: Tarapoto, Amazon Basin, Northern Peru.

Life after the jungle has been surprising. The rules are as follows. No spices, no citric, no fats, no coffee, no carbs, no meat, no tomatoes, no onions, no drugs, no sex, no weed. For at least 30 days.

When i got out of the retreat, i came straight to Colores, the same place i had spent 10 days the last time i was in Tarapoto. This time around, there were 3 men when i checked back in (with Juan Carlos). So it’s now officially a gentleman’s club. That’s an awesome strategy to keep all horny thoughts away, for a straight guy at least. We occupy hammocks in boxers all day and have farting contests. The one that makes everybody run for fresh air wins. Fernando is the current unbeaten champion. Dora the dog comes in a close second, but she doesn’t win any prizes cos she’s female. At other times, we play poker. I suck at it though.

We watch movies, from my collection of 10 flicks that i carry everywhere, on J-C’s big screen. I’ve even downloaded spanish subtitles so they can all understand, and i can learn spanish too. Sometimes J-C takes the tv into his room to skype. I bet skype sex is better on a 50 inch screen. But i sure hope he’s not cheating on the diet. He’s broken up and patched up with his girl 4 times in the last three weeks.

He, and every other fucker here has a bad habit of putting used matchsticks back in the matchbox, and if i berate them they just laugh and tell me to fuck off. ‘Hahahahah fuck off you indian guy’. So i spend my time reading Palahniuk, watching TV shows (just finished Homeland S04), my fave movies on repeat with Spanish subtitles, listening to amazonian music, playing the guitar, playing with Dora, and removing used matchsticks from matchboxes. Not the most exciting life i’ve led, but definitely the most peaceful and contented. Sex, drugs & rock n roll can take a vacation.

Last week, on 22nd Jan, we opened an Indian veg resto ‘Bambu’ as part of Colores. The place was mostly done up by Miro, the one-man-army from Halifax, Canada who came here to start a new-earth project in the jungle. For cycling down the Nevada desert naked in the early 90s, he deserves his own post on this blog. Our chef is Margie, who lives 10 blocks away. She spent 12 years in India, Poona to be specific, and she makes amazing chole-bhatura. My job was helping Fernando and Gabriel (from the Canary Islands) to paint the logos and signs outside, and playing bollywood music on opening night. Dished out my favourite tunes growing up, from Amitabh Bachchan movies to Aamir Khan flicks, to R D Burman and Kishor and even some Rahman thrown in for eclectic feels and all that. Bollywood night in an Indian veg restaurant in Peru. How we never cease to surprise ourselves…

The next day we were in the papers. There’s a pic of me hiding behind the laptop screen. I’m going to make a youtube playlist for Margie to play every night. Maybe i’ll share it with you.

This week i’m in San Roque de Cumbaza, where the town is gearing up for the carnaval, the biggest festival all over south america. Every nook and corner is going to be a massive party. And i’m headlining act on Sunday night. AND, i’m going to be playing sober. But there’s no other way than to nail it inside out. I’m living at this gorgeous place over the hills called San Roque Centro de Artes, where artists from all over the world come down to do a residency, teach kids, art instalments, etc. It’s run by Daniel, who was with me in Cumbaza for the ceremonies, and his wife. Daniel has literally shown me the light a couple of times in the last month, especially since i’m blind at night . There’s a gorgeous cat here, that Daniel brought with him from Cumbaza, and Arco, the white lab. I’ll be here till Monday. Then another 10 days at Colores, and back on the road post that. Can’t wait to climb some snow-capped mountains, or hit up an oasis, or just go surfing again.

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Mucking It

I’ll take the back of a pickup truck, over air-conditioned luxury, any day.

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Time to hop over to luxury mode.

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La Familia. La Ceremonia.

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Cosmic. Love.

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If Mother Nature had a face…

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Brother Dan.

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Still trying to comprehend last night.

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Breaking fast.

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Gotta go home, my lovers wait.

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‘Come together’.

Until next time, ciao.

Love & Peace.


Cumbaza

I went to Cumbaza on the 4th of Jan, 2015, and checked into a natural healing ayahuasca centre called Urqu Chaqi for 11 days. Below are some of the images i captured during my time there.

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My bedroom.

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Tina fixing the gaping holes in my mosquito net.

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Rio Cumbaza

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Huacamaillo Waterfalls. My favourite shower.

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Night writer.

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The living quarters.

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The bathroom. With the red sand flush. Didn’t use it for two days, after that it was my favourite potty.

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The malokha, or temple.

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Kitchen.

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Shaman’s corner. That dark red liquid pretty much changed my life.

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Inside the octagon.

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Bathroom.

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Captain America.

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Business class catering. Boiled quinoa, boiled carrots and beet, boiled egg (on luxury days), and boiled lentils. 3 times a day. 11 days. No salt. No nothing.

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Morning mist.

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Daniel.

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Alberto, the magic man.

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Daniel’s farewell. With Panchito.

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Voyeur.

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The weirdest insect i have ever seen…

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…and a bee the size of my fist.

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Do you see it? The humming-bird?

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Sunset in the hills.

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But the rain was even more beautiful.

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Lodi, our cook. Very shy.

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