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My Trip to Peru

In the summer of 2006 the pharmacy graduates at my school where I was a freshman, Nova Southeastern University, had an opportunity to go on a summer trip that started in Lima, Peru and ended deep beyond the landlocked city of Iquitos 600 Km down the Amazon River beyond what the Western world would describe as even a jungle. The three week course was in entheogenic medicine, which is the only medicine we used to have before modern drugs. The trip sounded fucking wild and was taught by one far out author, Dr. Barbara Brodman, who wrote the book “Finding Che Guevara”, who was a Venezuelan doctor turned South American revolutionary. I idolized the guy ever since he became an icon for rebels and anti establishment movements around the globe, and he was depicted on the cover of an album of one of my favorite bands Rage Against The Machine. Dr. Brodman also served as an interpreter and guide for the Yagua, Hwitotoes, and Bora Bora Tribes, which was our primary sources of knowledge that would give the students of this expedition its information. The Jedi in jungle, tribal, and alternative medicines of the Amazon was a tribes’ shaman or witch doctor in this case her name was Rosanna-witch of the Yagua  Tribe. You could say I was extremely interested in going. This sounded like a once in a life time experience and I really hoped it would be around when I would become a college graduate. I told myself my first summer on campus in Fort Lauderdale I didn’t want to miss anyway, but when I found out that entheogenic and hallucinogenic wasn’t a coincidence I did what I had to do to get what I wanted. There’s beautiful women everywhere including Peru and if I could get on this trip no pun intended I would surely put my first summer as a college freshman in South Florida in the back of my mind.

Che Guevara was a young doctor from Venezuela that backpacked South America and came to the conclusion that he couldn’t help anyone until he cured the a country’s social problems first

The first thing I did was contact Dr. Brodman to see if she’d be willing to take someone like myself along with her nonprofit, which I’ll remain undisclosed, and like any liberal teaching an exotic class like this she said it would be no problem. She then told me to contact my university counselor and see if I could write my own curriculum, make my own arrangements, and tailor a class schedule that would match similar classes I would have to take anyway. What she wanted me to do was turn an abroad course like graduate level toxicology for Pharmacy students into my basic chemistry class, my entheogenic medicines of the Amazon into an elective, and the history of tribal religions into something like humanities 101, which I needed to take anyway as a then pre-pharmacy student. Within a month all my paperwork was in and I was approved to go on the trip and fuck was I excited. I told my parents that everyone wanted to stay in South Florida and get piss poor wasted all summer, while I wanted to go on an expedition led by my school through the Amazon for three weeks that would score me twelve credits because knowledge is power. Along with some leftover tuition money and cash from my illegitimate import/export business as a college student my parents gave their near perfect son the rest of the money to feed his inquiring mind.

In June of 2006 I flew into Lima, Peru to meet up with eight or nine slightly uncool pharmacy graduates and one really cool professor and her surfer husband who was nearly half her age and maturity level. I was really excited and snapped into sensory overload the moment I got off the plane. Within minutes I was drunk with excitement and had on what I call travel goggles. Travel goggles is when I find myself in another country staring and analyzing every woman that walks by like I were picking out appetizers at a fine food restaurant, whispering to myself, talking to myself, every single one amazing completely unaware of flaws. I was like Golem and his precious ring unaware of how grossly evil what I was doing truly was. The beauty of travel goggles is any woman under 140 lbs or proportionate…any woman under 140 lbs or proportionate, was from another land, therefore exotic and beautiful. All flaws went by unnoticed and I clearly remember a beautiful waitress I’d met in Iquitos that had me wrapped around her finger so tight that when I turned around my professor and her teacher were already halfway downriver forgetting all about the 18 year old exception and his boner. This woman had gold caps where her teeth used to be and if you told me she wasn’t beautiful I’d have told you that you were crazy.

Upon arriving my professor and her husband had to wait all day at the airport in Lima while this driver who was a local had been paid for the day to drive us back and forth from the airport to the hotel. Everyone who had come before me was at the hotel resting on their only night in Lima before we split for the jungle and I thought that was stupid. If I had just one night in a new city whether it was across the state or the globe I was going to do some snooping, and that’s exactly what I did. The driver and I hit up a local bar and got acquainted while half of the herbs talked about America and Lima based on nothing and the other half were still on the planes coming in from all over the United States probably having gone home briefly after classes ended and then flying out from their local hometown airports. Peru makes this very strong liquor similar to a paint thinner called Pisco, and they make all sorts of crazy drinks with it by adding ingredients like raw eggs, bitters, natural herbs, Tabasco  hot sauce, sugar cane, coconut, and stuff like that. I started, continued, and ended with the local favorite called the Pisco Sour. The raw eggs and ice shaken vigorously made it frothy, while the bitter drops toned down the massive amounts of liquid sugar. The end result was a very delicious, very exotic, and highly flammable cocktail that brought on a blackout like a sneeze. Luckily every time I was about to sneeze the driver would get a ring that we would have to go pick up another student at the airport. On one of the rides back to the airport I informed the driver that I had a girlfriend that I missed very much named Mary Jane and inquired where I could get some if he couldn’t help me. He told me that in Peru marijuana was referred to as mota and although it was nearly everywhere I had to be careful of crooked cops who would love to extort a white boy like myself  or getting ripped off by the millions of street hustlers, however, mota was readily available. He then told me to ask my professor’s husband Chachi who would rather smoke me up than have me get into some sort of mess like that on the street. I filed that little tid bit away for another starry night deep in the jungle and once we picked up everyone who was going to be on this adventure at the airport we all met back at our hotel.

Once we were all back at the hotel Dr. Brodman and her husband Chachi told us to get ready in some casual clothes along the lines of jeans and a button down shirt because we were all going out to dinner to an “American Friendly” restaurant. The professor explained how Lima’s water will fuck us up so don’t even drink water with even an ice cube or you could end up pulling a tape worm out of your ass or any other type of worm for that matter, but once we get into Iquitos and the surrounding rainforests the drinking water is rain and we’ll be fine. Back at the hotel room I was getting ready for a night on the town, but not like my three other colleagues were. I’ve been to third world countries or poverty stricken areas before and I was getting ready for a night on the riveranda. I came across some fast facts that in places like this fat dudes get more attention from all the women because fat is a sign of power and shows that you can physically obtain enough food to get that way. I took the liberty to sport a tight black guinea tee to really make that freshman thirty I just bought work in my favor like diamonds on a gold digger in South Beach. The tank top gave it all room to breathe because while I came across that fast fact about fat driving these jungle bunnies into heat not once do I recall anything about profuse sweating getting me anywhere and Peru was so hot the chickens were laying hard boiled eggs. Before I continue I would like to point out that you can add comments to my story and there’s no reason to hold back because the chances are that I won’t hold back when I tell the story, and I took this all into consideration before I decided to put this type of stuff out there for the world to see. I would also like to add in contemplation to that last part, I was a sick, sick, young man .

Dr. Brodman, author, professor, and my mentor, her husband, Chachi, ten other graduate students from Nova Southeastern University and myself went to a very nice restaurant on a very busy main street in Lima to further get to know each other. I ordered deep fried alligator nuggets that were absolutely amazing and I recommend them to anyone if they ever get the opportunity to try them and Pisco Sours, the same drink I was drinking earlier, only I used it as a chaser for shots of high proof booze like Jack Daniels and house rum. Throughout all conversations at the table all sorts of street hustlers of all social classes would try to sell us their goods from wild animals like baby monkeys, to bush meat like anaconda for consumption, and bracelets made of bones and beads, etc. I’ll never forget one little slum dog named Anthony who couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old addicted to money and god knows what else on a constant hustle to sell everything he had or just beg for money. I think he knew he was a cute little boy with seemingly innocent qualities and used this to his advantage in every way from begging to hustling. My professor explained to me not to give him anything and to not listen to his cries for food because it was merely a ploy. No one in Peru starves she explained, they merely starve for money and as they move towards a more western way of life they sell out their old one of which they’re accustomed for a new one which they’re terrible at conforming to.

While sitting at the table eating and getting bombed at an incredible rate I knew several things to be true. First, that this girl trying to sell me bracelets is without a doubt around 110 lbs. Two, I’d been introduced to cocaine about a year prior and although it wasn’t my first, second, or even third choice drug, since I was getting so drunk so fast cocaine was my PF Flyer only instead of making me run faster and jump higher it made me drink more, drink later, drink longer while decreasing the money I spent on food, and Peru was a country that was very well known for this magical substance. The added benefit was I could fuck like Rick Savage in Bedman and Throbbin, which brings me to three, I wouldn’t go find it, but if the devil’s dandruff finds me in this lovely country where it’s literally in tea, I’m going to buy it.

While everyone at the dinner table was getting acquainted the only person I was talking to was the girl trying to sell me bracelets and the snowman with the icy watch who would meet me in the bathroom when he gave me the signal, which I didn’t know yet. The girl was 17 years old and the signal from the snowman was “Yo tengo su cocaine” or “I have your cocaine” loud enough so several people at the table heard, but soft enough where I who was sitting right in front of him did not, funny how that works haha mr. snowman haha. I went to the bathroom bought the white horse and did my thang, but when I rode that white horse out of the bathroom I never went back to my seat at the dinner table because I forgot why I came to Peru in the first place. My name wasn’t Dom it was Domingo and I felt the insatiable need to talk…to everyone…and I did just that, so like a United States ambassador I worked the entire room first from left to right, then from right to the top, then the top down, then the entire bar, bartenders, and waitstaff all in near perfect Spanish.

When I returned to our table “en la calle” or “in the street” I watched everyone eat their dessert for what seemed like hours, but was just long enough for my professor to tell me to slow down because now moths were chasing the whites of my very big, very glassy, and very bugged the fuck out eyes. I knew we’d be leaving soon and made arrangements with the beautiful woman I’d been flirting with to ride with us back to my hotel. When my professor and her husband heard what I was up to they laughed and said I had to respect my room mates and when I found out that for 150 soles or 50 American bucks I could get my own room in a four start hotel that would make this chick drop trow right there in the hotel lobby and I could probably smash it in the water fountain if I was immune to tape worm I laughed. The deal was sealed with a kiss in public and when I returned to the table everyone asked me where I was from, which I thought was weird, but it’s cool I have that effect on people.

Right before we all took some rickshaw bicycles back to the hotel Chachi lingered behind with me and gave me a talk about the birds and the bees and how some birds and bees, approximately one-third in this region are very sick. I explained to Chachi that he needed to see an eye doctor quick fast because the girl didn’t look sick; plus “I have a very good immune system,” I added. He laughed and told me about how I reminded him of himself when he was my age. He began to explain something and all I heard was HIV and we can’t let you and I couldn’t help but think how much bigger this guys gut was then mine and how he couldn’t be killing my game as we speak. I just nodded and said okay walked toward my jungle bunny and told her I’d be back as soon as I put the old man back to bed. I had to throw in old cause his larger than mine gut was really messing with my self esteem. I puffed out my gut flexed my tits and swaggered off with Chachi into a rickshaw, but not before I noted the street and restaurant I was at.

When I got back to the hotel all the super cool pharmacy graduates were heading to bed and Dr. Brodman, Chachi, and I kicked it at the hotel bar and drank a little more before my professor went to sleep. Before she took off she told me not to leave the hotel and then told Chachi to make sure of this. I asked Chachi if he had any weed, but apparently his connections are in the jungle and since he made no sign of keeping this a secret I figured He’d help reunite me with my main girl in less than 48 hrs. We took one more shot and he said that if he went to bed would I be alright alone. I told him I’d be fine and that I was an insomniac so I probably wouldn’t get much sleep anyway since we were getting up at the ass crack of dawn to take an air boat to the landlocked city of Iquitos.

He went to sleep and I ran into the bathroom to put a devil’s halo around my nose and when I stepped out of the bathroom I was immediately bored. I told the guy at the front desk to call me a cab I needed to make it to a restaurant on this street and within ten minutes I was in downtown Lima well after one in the morning looking for an exotic 17 year old woman around 110 lbs with perfect eyes, a perfect body, perfect hair, perfect tits, perfect legs, perfects lips, perfect smile, perfect, perfect, perfect, but in a sea of so many beautiful people she was harder than I thought to find. Luckily after about thirty minutes I found her and we picked up where we left off, but this time less talking and more action. I bought her a few drinks, we kicked back, I continued to speak in near perfect Spanish. When two am came around I had her in a cab on the way back to my hotel.

When we got to the hotel we went inside and sat by the pool to fool around. Not a soul was in sight and pretty soon we were half naked  in public. I grabbed her by the hand and started looking for a place we could have sex and found a hotel conference room, it was a huge find and it was all mine, only the best and I really treated us on this one. So mission accomplished and I proceeded to have very consensual intimate sex with an exotic near perfect Peruvian girl on the red carpet of a conference room in a four star hotel in Lima and I’ll never forget her even though I never even know if I got her name. The night turned literally sour when I started to suck on her tits… oh yeah, I did, Would you like some coffee with that milk? At first I didn’t know what it was cause I was half drunk and in the heat of the moment and half surprised like the time I finally figured out where that smell was coming from when I was having sex with that Polish volunteer on my sixth day of not having to leave my bed to get a girl into it. So I took another sip of my date and contemplated making a white Russian, but then just figured I’d use it like a camel pack in this sweltering country. Actually if you don’t suck too hard it won’t come out so that’s what I did and I went about my business seven ways from Sunday.

From the sounds and everything else coming from her I could tell she was having a good time and I can’t even tell you how much fun I was having. While I was taking her from behind for the fourth or fifth time that session she told me to stop, not don’t stop, stop and I repeatedly ignored her. When I did stop we kissed and I wanted to keep going, but with a squirt of her nipple she gestured she had to go home to take care of the little one and at that moment I realized when I’m high on drugs I can not only speak Spanish, but I can understand it too because she’d apparently been telling me this for the last half hour, but Domingo was gone and Dom had returned. We put our clothes back on and it was one of those sad goodbyes where we knew we had a great time, but knew we’d never see each other again. You see when I was that young it’s not that my life was absent of love or I was incapable of being in love, it’s just that I’d fall in and out of love on a very frequent and regular basis, like everyday. I loved women and sex and that’s grown to loving women and intimacy with great sex being an added bonus if it’s even existent. When you’re far out like me it’s great to have a girl that you can be intimate with. IN-TO-ME-YOU-SEE

Right around the time the mystery jungle bunny takes off everyone starts to wake up to get the day started. Just writing that makes me want to puke because only when I was 18 years old could I pull that off without being the grumpiest piece of dried dog shit the next day, but I jumped into the pool washed away the night before, and everything was just gravy.

This picture was taken nearly two weeks after this all happened on the way back into Iquitos after backpacking nearly 1200 Km and the wounds are still there.

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My Trip to Peru

In the summer of 2006 the pharmacy graduates at my school where I was a freshman, Nova Southeastern University, had an opportunity to go on a summer trip that started in Lima, Peru and ended deep beyond the landlocked city of Iquitos 600 Km down the Amazon River beyond what the Western world would describe as even a jungle. The three week course was in entheogenic medicine, which is the only medicine we used to have before modern drugs. The trip sounded fucking wild and was taught by one far out author, Dr. Barbara Brodman, who wrote the book “Finding Che Guevara”, who was a Venezuelan doctor turned South American revolutionary. I idolized the guy ever since he became an icon for rebels and anti establishment movements around the globe, and he was depicted on the cover of an album of one of my favorite bands Rage Against The Machine. Dr. Brodman also served as an interpreter and guide for the Yagua, Hwitotoes, and Bora Bora Tribes, which was our primary sources of knowledge that would give the students of this expedition its information. The Jedi in jungle, tribal, and alternative medicines of the Amazon was a tribes’ shaman or witch doctor in this case her name was Rosanna-witch of the Yagua  Tribe. You could say I was extremely interested in going. This sounded like a once in a life time experience and I really hoped it would be around when I would become a college graduate. I told myself my first summer on campus in Fort Lauderdale I didn’t want to miss anyway, but when I found out that entheogenic and hallucinogenic wasn’t a coincidence I did what I had to do to get what I wanted. There’s beautiful women everywhere including Peru and if I could get on this trip no pun intended I would surely put my first summer as a college freshman in South Florida in the back of my mind.

Che Guevara was a young doctor from Venezuela that backpacked South America and came to the conclusion that he couldn’t help anyone until he cured the a country’s social problems first

The first thing I did was contact Dr. Brodman to see if she’d be willing to take someone like myself along with her nonprofit, which I’ll remain undisclosed, and like any liberal teaching an exotic class like this she said it would be no problem. She then told me to contact my university counselor and see if I could write my own curriculum, make my own arrangements, and tailor a class schedule that would match similar classes I would have to take anyway. What she wanted me to do was turn an abroad course like graduate level toxicology for Pharmacy students into my basic chemistry class, my entheogenic medicines of the Amazon into an elective, and the history of tribal religions into something like humanities 101, which I needed to take anyway as a then pre-pharmacy student. Within a month all my paperwork was in and I was approved to go on the trip and fuck was I excited. I told my parents that everyone wanted to stay in South Florida and get piss poor wasted all summer, while I wanted to go on an expedition led by my school through the Amazon for three weeks that would score me twelve credits because knowledge is power. Along with some leftover tuition money and cash from my illegitimate import/export business as a college student my parents gave their near perfect son the rest of the money to feed his inquiring mind.

In June of 2006 I flew into Lima, Peru to meet up with eight or nine slightly uncool pharmacy graduates and one really cool professor and her surfer husband who was nearly half her age and maturity level. I was really excited and snapped into sensory overload the moment I got off the plane. Within minutes I was drunk with excitement and had on what I call travel goggles. Travel goggles is when I find myself in another country staring and analyzing every woman that walks by like I were picking out appetizers at a fine food restaurant, whispering to myself, talking to myself, every single one amazing completely unaware of flaws. I was like Golem and his precious ring unaware of how grossly evil what I was doing truly was. The beauty of travel goggles is any woman under 140 lbs or proportionate…any woman under 140 lbs or proportionate, was from another land, therefore exotic and beautiful. All flaws went by unnoticed and I clearly remember a beautiful waitress I’d met in Iquitos that had me wrapped around her finger so tight that when I turned around my professor and her teacher were already halfway downriver forgetting all about the 18 year old exception and his boner. This woman had gold caps where her teeth used to be and if you told me she wasn’t beautiful I’d have told you that you were crazy.

Upon arriving my professor and her husband had to wait all day at the airport in Lima while this driver who was a local had been paid for the day to drive us back and forth from the airport to the hotel. Everyone who had come before me was at the hotel resting on their only night in Lima before we split for the jungle and I thought that was stupid. If I had just one night in a new city whether it was across the state or the globe I was going to do some snooping, and that’s exactly what I did. The driver and I hit up a local bar and got acquainted while half of the herbs talked about America and Lima based on nothing and the other half were still on the planes coming in from all over the United States probably having gone home briefly after classes ended and then flying out from their local hometown airports. Peru makes this very strong liquor similar to a paint thinner called Pisco, and they make all sorts of crazy drinks with it by adding ingredients like raw eggs, bitters, natural herbs, Tabasco  hot sauce, sugar cane, coconut, and stuff like that. I started, continued, and ended with the local favorite called the Pisco Sour. The raw eggs and ice shaken vigorously made it frothy, while the bitter drops toned down the massive amounts of liquid sugar. The end result was a very delicious, very exotic, and highly flammable cocktail that brought on a blackout like a sneeze. Luckily every time I was about to sneeze the driver would get a ring that we would have to go pick up another student at the airport. On one of the rides back to the airport I informed the driver that I had a girlfriend that I missed very much named Mary Jane and inquired where I could get some if he couldn’t help me. He told me that in Peru marijuana was referred to as mota and although it was nearly everywhere I had to be careful of crooked cops who would love to extort a white boy like myself  or getting ripped off by the millions of street hustlers, however, mota was readily available. He then told me to ask my professor’s husband Chachi who would rather smoke me up than have me get into some sort of mess like that on the street. I filed that little tid bit away for another starry night deep in the jungle and once we picked up everyone who was going to be on this adventure at the airport we all met back at our hotel.

Once we were all back at the hotel Dr. Brodman and her husband Chachi told us to get ready in some casual clothes along the lines of jeans and a button down shirt because we were all going out to dinner to an “American Friendly” restaurant. The professor explained how Lima’s water will fuck us up so don’t even drink water with even an ice cube or you could end up pulling a tape worm out of your ass or any other type of worm for that matter, but once we get into Iquitos and the surrounding rainforests the drinking water is rain and we’ll be fine. Back at the hotel room I was getting ready for a night on the town, but not like my three other colleagues were. I’ve been to third world countries or poverty stricken areas before and I was getting ready for a night on the riveranda. I came across some fast facts that in places like this fat dudes get more attention from all the women because fat is a sign of power and shows that you can physically obtain enough food to get that way. I took the liberty to sport a tight black guinea tee to really make that freshman thirty I just bought work in my favor like diamonds on a gold digger in South Beach. The tank top gave it all room to breathe because while I came across that fast fact about fat driving these jungle bunnies into heat not once do I recall anything about profuse sweating getting me anywhere and Peru was so hot the chickens were laying hard boiled eggs. Before I continue I would like to point out that you can add comments to my story and there’s no reason to hold back because the chances are that I won’t hold back when I tell the story, and I took this all into consideration before I decided to put this type of stuff out there for the world to see. I would also like to add in contemplation to that last part, I was a sick, sick, young man .

Dr. Brodman, author, professor, and my mentor, her husband, Chachi, ten other graduate students from Nova Southeastern University and myself went to a very nice restaurant on a very busy main street in Lima to further get to know each other. I ordered deep fried alligator nuggets that were absolutely amazing and I recommend them to anyone if they ever get the opportunity to try them and Pisco Sours, the same drink I was drinking earlier, only I used it as a chaser for shots of high proof booze like Jack Daniels and house rum. Throughout all conversations at the table all sorts of street hustlers of all social classes would try to sell us their goods from wild animals like baby monkeys, to bush meat like anaconda for consumption, and bracelets made of bones and beads, etc. I’ll never forget one little slum dog named Anthony who couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old addicted to money and god knows what else on a constant hustle to sell everything he had or just beg for money. I think he knew he was a cute little boy with seemingly innocent qualities and used this to his advantage in every way from begging to hustling. My professor explained to me not to give him anything and to not listen to his cries for food because it was merely a ploy. No one in Peru starves she explained, they merely starve for money and as they move towards a more western way of life they sell out their old one of which they’re accustomed for a new one which they’re terrible at conforming to.

While sitting at the table eating and getting bombed at an incredible rate I knew several things to be true. First, that this girl trying to sell me bracelets is without a doubt around 110 lbs. Two, I’d been introduced to cocaine about a year prior and although it wasn’t my first, second, or even third choice drug, since I was getting so drunk so fast cocaine was my PF Flyer only instead of making me run faster and jump higher it made me drink more, drink later, drink longer while decreasing the money I spent on food, and Peru was a country that was very well known for this magical substance. The added benefit was I could fuck like Rick Savage in Bedman and Throbbin, which brings me to three, I wouldn’t go find it, but if the devil’s dandruff finds me in this lovely country where it’s literally in tea, I’m going to buy it.

While everyone at the dinner table was getting acquainted the only person I was talking to was the girl trying to sell me bracelets and the snowman with the icy watch who would meet me in the bathroom when he gave me the signal, which I didn’t know yet. The girl was 17 years old and the signal from the snowman was “Yo tengo su cocaine” or “I have your cocaine” loud enough so several people at the table heard, but soft enough where I who was sitting right in front of him did not, funny how that works haha mr. snowman haha. I went to the bathroom bought the white horse and did my thang, but when I rode that white horse out of the bathroom I never went back to my seat at the dinner table because I forgot why I came to Peru in the first place. My name wasn’t Dom it was Domingo and I felt the insatiable need to talk…to everyone…and I did just that, so like a United States ambassador I worked the entire room first from left to right, then from right to the top, then the top down, then the entire bar, bartenders, and waitstaff all in near perfect Spanish.

When I returned to our table “en la calle” or “in the street” I watched everyone eat their dessert for what seemed like hours, but was just long enough for my professor to tell me to slow down because now moths were chasing the whites of my very big, very glassy, and very bugged the fuck out eyes. I knew we’d be leaving soon and made arrangements with the beautiful woman I’d been flirting with to ride with us back to my hotel. When my professor and her husband heard what I was up to they laughed and said I had to respect my room mates and when I found out that for 150 soles or 50 American bucks I could get my own room in a four start hotel that would make this chick drop trow right there in the hotel lobby and I could probably smash it in the water fountain if I was immune to tape worm I laughed. The deal was sealed with a kiss in public and when I returned to the table everyone asked me where I was from, which I thought was weird, but it’s cool I have that effect on people.

Right before we all took some rickshaw bicycles back to the hotel Chachi lingered behind with me and gave me a talk about the birds and the bees and how some birds and bees, approximately one-third in this region are very sick. I explained to Chachi that he needed to see an eye doctor quick fast because the girl didn’t look sick; plus “I have a very good immune system,” I added. He laughed and told me about how I reminded him of himself when he was my age. He began to explain something and all I heard was HIV and we can’t let you and I couldn’t help but think how much bigger this guys gut was then mine and how he couldn’t be killing my game as we speak. I just nodded and said okay walked toward my jungle bunny and told her I’d be back as soon as I put the old man back to bed. I had to throw in old cause his larger than mine gut was really messing with my self esteem. I puffed out my gut flexed my tits and swaggered off with Chachi into a rickshaw, but not before I noted the street and restaurant I was at.

When I got back to the hotel all the super cool pharmacy graduates were heading to bed and Dr. Brodman, Chachi, and I kicked it at the hotel bar and drank a little more before my professor went to sleep. Before she took off she told me not to leave the hotel and then told Chachi to make sure of this. I asked Chachi if he had any weed, but apparently his connections are in the jungle and since he made no sign of keeping this a secret I figured He’d help reunite me with my main girl in less than 48 hrs. We took one more shot and he said that if he went to bed would I be alright alone. I told him I’d be fine and that I was an insomniac so I probably wouldn’t get much sleep anyway since we were getting up at the ass crack of dawn to take an air boat to the landlocked city of Iquitos.

He went to sleep and I ran into the bathroom to put a devil’s halo around my nose and when I stepped out of the bathroom I was immediately bored. I told the guy at the front desk to call me a cab I needed to make it to a restaurant on this street and within ten minutes I was in downtown Lima well after one in the morning looking for an exotic 17 year old woman around 110 lbs with perfect eyes, a perfect body, perfect hair, perfect tits, perfect legs, perfects lips, perfect smile, perfect, perfect, perfect, but in a sea of so many beautiful people she was harder than I thought to find. Luckily after about thirty minutes I found her and we picked up where we left off, but this time less talking and more action. I bought her a few drinks, we kicked back, I continued to speak in near perfect Spanish. When two am came around I had her in a cab on the way back to my hotel.

When we got to the hotel we went inside and sat by the pool to fool around. Not a soul was in sight and pretty soon we were half naked  in public. I grabbed her by the hand and started looking for a place we could have sex and found a hotel conference room, it was a huge find and it was all mine, only the best and I really treated us on this one. So mission accomplished and I proceeded to have very consensual intimate sex with an exotic near perfect Peruvian girl on the red carpet of a conference room in a four star hotel in Lima and I’ll never forget her even though I never even know if I got her name. The night turned literally sour when I started to suck on her tits… oh yeah, I did, Would you like some coffee with that milk? At first I didn’t know what it was cause I was half drunk and in the heat of the moment and half surprised like the time I finally figured out where that smell was coming from when I was having sex with that Polish volunteer on my sixth day of not having to leave my bed to get a girl into it. So I took another sip of my date and contemplated making a white Russian, but then just figured I’d use it like a camel pack in this sweltering country. Actually if you don’t suck too hard it won’t come out so that’s what I did and I went about my business seven ways from Sunday.

From the sounds and everything else coming from her I could tell she was having a good time and I can’t even tell you how much fun I was having. While I was taking her from behind for the fourth or fifth time that session she told me to stop, not don’t stop, stop and I repeatedly ignored her. When I did stop we kissed and I wanted to keep going, but with a squirt of her nipple she gestured she had to go home to take care of the little one and at that moment I realized when I’m high on drugs I can not only speak Spanish, but I can understand it too because she’d apparently been telling me this for the last half hour, but Domingo was gone and Dom had returned. We put our clothes back on and it was one of those sad goodbyes where we knew we had a great time, but knew we’d never see each other again. You see when I was that young it’s not that my life was absent of love or I was incapable of being in love, it’s just that I’d fall in and out of love on a very frequent and regular basis, like everyday. I loved women and sex and that’s grown to loving women and intimacy with great sex being an added bonus if it’s even existent. When you’re far out like me it’s great to have a girl that you can be intimate with. IN-TO-ME-YOU-SEE

Right around the time the mystery jungle bunny takes off everyone starts to wake up to get the day started. Just writing that makes me want to puke because only when I was 18 years old could I pull that off without being the grumpiest piece of dried dog shit the next day, but I jumped into the pool washed away the night before, and everything was just gravy.

This picture was taken nearly two weeks after this all happened on the way back into Iquitos after backpacking nearly 1200 Km and the wounds are still there.

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My Trip to Peru

In the summer of 2006 the pharmacy graduates at my school where I was a freshman, Nova Southeastern University, had an opportunity to go on a summer trip that started in Lima, Peru and ended deep beyond the landlocked city of Iquitos 600 Km down the Amazon River beyond what the Western world would describe as even a jungle. The three week course was in entheogenic medicine, which is the only medicine we used to have before modern drugs. The trip sounded fucking wild and was taught by one far out author, Dr. Barbara Brodman, who wrote the book “Finding Che Guevara”, who was a Venezuelan doctor turned South American revolutionary. I idolized the guy ever since he became an icon for rebels and anti establishment movements around the globe, and he was depicted on the cover of an album of one of my favorite bands Rage Against The Machine. Dr. Brodman also served as an interpreter and guide for the Yagua, Hwitotoes, and Bora Bora Tribes, which was our primary sources of knowledge that would give the students of this expedition its information. The Jedi in jungle, tribal, and alternative medicines of the Amazon was a tribes’ shaman or witch doctor in this case her name was Rosanna-witch of the Yagua  Tribe. You could say I was extremely interested in going. This sounded like a once in a life time experience and I really hoped it would be around when I would become a college graduate. I told myself my first summer on campus in Fort Lauderdale I didn’t want to miss anyway, but when I found out that entheogenic and hallucinogenic wasn’t a coincidence I did what I had to do to get what I wanted. There’s beautiful women everywhere including Peru and if I could get on this trip no pun intended I would surely put my first summer as a college freshman in South Florida in the back of my mind.

Che Guevara was a young doctor from Venezuela that backpacked South America and came to the conclusion that he couldn’t help anyone until he cured the a country’s social problems first

The first thing I did was contact Dr. Brodman to see if she’d be willing to take someone like myself along with her nonprofit, which I’ll remain undisclosed, and like any liberal teaching an exotic class like this she said it would be no problem. She then told me to contact my university counselor and see if I could write my own curriculum, make my own arrangements, and tailor a class schedule that would match similar classes I would have to take anyway. What she wanted me to do was turn an abroad course like graduate level toxicology for Pharmacy students into my basic chemistry class, my entheogenic medicines of the Amazon into an elective, and the history of tribal religions into something like humanities 101, which I needed to take anyway as a then pre-pharmacy student. Within a month all my paperwork was in and I was approved to go on the trip and fuck was I excited. I told my parents that everyone wanted to stay in South Florida and get piss poor wasted all summer, while I wanted to go on an expedition led by my school through the Amazon for three weeks that would score me twelve credits because knowledge is power. Along with some leftover tuition money and cash from my illegitimate import/export business as a college student my parents gave their near perfect son the rest of the money to feed his inquiring mind.

In June of 2006 I flew into Lima, Peru to meet up with eight or nine slightly uncool pharmacy graduates and one really cool professor and her surfer husband who was nearly half her age and maturity level. I was really excited and snapped into sensory overload the moment I got off the plane. Within minutes I was drunk with excitement and had on what I call travel goggles. Travel goggles is when I find myself in another country staring and analyzing every woman that walks by like I were picking out appetizers at a fine food restaurant, whispering to myself, talking to myself, every single one amazing completely unaware of flaws. I was like Golem and his precious ring unaware of how grossly evil what I was doing truly was. The beauty of travel goggles is any woman under 140 lbs or proportionate…any woman under 140 lbs or proportionate, was from another land, therefore exotic and beautiful. All flaws went by unnoticed and I clearly remember a beautiful waitress I’d met in Iquitos that had me wrapped around her finger so tight that when I turned around my professor and her teacher were already halfway downriver forgetting all about the 18 year old exception and his boner. This woman had gold caps where her teeth used to be and if you told me she wasn’t beautiful I’d have told you that you were crazy.

Upon arriving my professor and her husband had to wait all day at the airport in Lima while this driver who was a local had been paid for the day to drive us back and forth from the airport to the hotel. Everyone who had come before me was at the hotel resting on their only night in Lima before we split for the jungle and I thought that was stupid. If I had just one night in a new city whether it was across the state or the globe I was going to do some snooping, and that’s exactly what I did. The driver and I hit up a local bar and got acquainted while half of the herbs talked about America and Lima based on nothing and the other half were still on the planes coming in from all over the United States probably having gone home briefly after classes ended and then flying out from their local hometown airports. Peru makes this very strong liquor similar to a paint thinner called Pisco, and they make all sorts of crazy drinks with it by adding ingredients like raw eggs, bitters, natural herbs, Tabasco  hot sauce, sugar cane, coconut, and stuff like that. I started, continued, and ended with the local favorite called the Pisco Sour. The raw eggs and ice shaken vigorously made it frothy, while the bitter drops toned down the massive amounts of liquid sugar. The end result was a very delicious, very exotic, and highly flammable cocktail that brought on a blackout like a sneeze. Luckily every time I was about to sneeze the driver would get a ring that we would have to go pick up another student at the airport. On one of the rides back to the airport I informed the driver that I had a girlfriend that I missed very much named Mary Jane and inquired where I could get some if he couldn’t help me. He told me that in Peru marijuana was referred to as mota and although it was nearly everywhere I had to be careful of crooked cops who would love to extort a white boy like myself  or getting ripped off by the millions of street hustlers, however, mota was readily available. He then told me to ask my professor’s husband Chachi who would rather smoke me up than have me get into some sort of mess like that on the street. I filed that little tid bit away for another starry night deep in the jungle and once we picked up everyone who was going to be on this adventure at the airport we all met back at our hotel.

Once we were all back at the hotel Dr. Brodman and her husband Chachi told us to get ready in some casual clothes along the lines of jeans and a button down shirt because we were all going out to dinner to an “American Friendly” restaurant. The professor explained how Lima’s water will fuck us up so don’t even drink water with even an ice cube or you could end up pulling a tape worm out of your ass or any other type of worm for that matter, but once we get into Iquitos and the surrounding rainforests the drinking water is rain and we’ll be fine. Back at the hotel room I was getting ready for a night on the town, but not like my three other colleagues were. I’ve been to third world countries or poverty stricken areas before and I was getting ready for a night on the riveranda. I came across some fast facts that in places like this fat dudes get more attention from all the women because fat is a sign of power and shows that you can physically obtain enough food to get that way. I took the liberty to sport a tight black guinea tee to really make that freshman thirty I just bought work in my favor like diamonds on a gold digger in South Beach. The tank top gave it all room to breathe because while I came across that fast fact about fat driving these jungle bunnies into heat not once do I recall anything about profuse sweating getting me anywhere and Peru was so hot the chickens were laying hard boiled eggs. Before I continue I would like to point out that you can add comments to my story and there’s no reason to hold back because the chances are that I won’t hold back when I tell the story, and I took this all into consideration before I decided to put this type of stuff out there for the world to see. I would also like to add in contemplation to that last part, I was a sick, sick, young man .

Dr. Brodman, author, professor, and my mentor, her husband, Chachi, ten other graduate students from Nova Southeastern University and myself went to a very nice restaurant on a very busy main street in Lima to further get to know each other. I ordered deep fried alligator nuggets that were absolutely amazing and I recommend them to anyone if they ever get the opportunity to try them and Pisco Sours, the same drink I was drinking earlier, only I used it as a chaser for shots of high proof booze like Jack Daniels and house rum. Throughout all conversations at the table all sorts of street hustlers of all social classes would try to sell us their goods from wild animals like baby monkeys, to bush meat like anaconda for consumption, and bracelets made of bones and beads, etc. I’ll never forget one little slum dog named Anthony who couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old addicted to money and god knows what else on a constant hustle to sell everything he had or just beg for money. I think he knew he was a cute little boy with seemingly innocent qualities and used this to his advantage in every way from begging to hustling. My professor explained to me not to give him anything and to not listen to his cries for food because it was merely a ploy. No one in Peru starves she explained, they merely starve for money and as they move towards a more western way of life they sell out their old one of which they’re accustomed for a new one which they’re terrible at conforming to.

While sitting at the table eating and getting bombed at an incredible rate I knew several things to be true. First, that this girl trying to sell me bracelets is without a doubt around 110 lbs. Two, I’d been introduced to cocaine about a year prior and although it wasn’t my first, second, or even third choice drug, since I was getting so drunk so fast cocaine was my PF Flyer only instead of making me run faster and jump higher it made me drink more, drink later, drink longer while decreasing the money I spent on food, and Peru was a country that was very well known for this magical substance. The added benefit was I could fuck like Rick Savage in Bedman and Throbbin, which brings me to three, I wouldn’t go find it, but if the devil’s dandruff finds me in this lovely country where it’s literally in tea, I’m going to buy it.

While everyone at the dinner table was getting acquainted the only person I was talking to was the girl trying to sell me bracelets and the snowman with the icy watch who would meet me in the bathroom when he gave me the signal, which I didn’t know yet. The girl was 17 years old and the signal from the snowman was “Yo tengo su cocaine” or “I have your cocaine” loud enough so several people at the table heard, but soft enough where I who was sitting right in front of him did not, funny how that works haha mr. snowman haha. I went to the bathroom bought the white horse and did my thang, but when I rode that white horse out of the bathroom I never went back to my seat at the dinner table because I forgot why I came to Peru in the first place. My name wasn’t Dom it was Domingo and I felt the insatiable need to talk…to everyone…and I did just that, so like a United States ambassador I worked the entire room first from left to right, then from right to the top, then the top down, then the entire bar, bartenders, and waitstaff all in near perfect Spanish.

When I returned to our table “en la calle” or “in the street” I watched everyone eat their dessert for what seemed like hours, but was just long enough for my professor to tell me to slow down because now moths were chasing the whites of my very big, very glassy, and very bugged the fuck out eyes. I knew we’d be leaving soon and made arrangements with the beautiful woman I’d been flirting with to ride with us back to my hotel. When my professor and her husband heard what I was up to they laughed and said I had to respect my room mates and when I found out that for 150 soles or 50 American bucks I could get my own room in a four start hotel that would make this chick drop trow right there in the hotel lobby and I could probably smash it in the water fountain if I was immune to tape worm I laughed. The deal was sealed with a kiss in public and when I returned to the table everyone asked me where I was from, which I thought was weird, but it’s cool I have that effect on people.

Right before we all took some rickshaw bicycles back to the hotel Chachi lingered behind with me and gave me a talk about the birds and the bees and how some birds and bees, approximately one-third in this region are very sick. I explained to Chachi that he needed to see an eye doctor quick fast because the girl didn’t look sick; plus “I have a very good immune system,” I added. He laughed and told me about how I reminded him of himself when he was my age. He began to explain something and all I heard was HIV and we can’t let you and I couldn’t help but think how much bigger this guys gut was then mine and how he couldn’t be killing my game as we speak. I just nodded and said okay walked toward my jungle bunny and told her I’d be back as soon as I put the old man back to bed. I had to throw in old cause his larger than mine gut was really messing with my self esteem. I puffed out my gut flexed my tits and swaggered off with Chachi into a rickshaw, but not before I noted the street and restaurant I was at.

When I got back to the hotel all the super cool pharmacy graduates were heading to bed and Dr. Brodman, Chachi, and I kicked it at the hotel bar and drank a little more before my professor went to sleep. Before she took off she told me not to leave the hotel and then told Chachi to make sure of this. I asked Chachi if he had any weed, but apparently his connections are in the jungle and since he made no sign of keeping this a secret I figured He’d help reunite me with my main girl in less than 48 hrs. We took one more shot and he said that if he went to bed would I be alright alone. I told him I’d be fine and that I was an insomniac so I probably wouldn’t get much sleep anyway since we were getting up at the ass crack of dawn to take an air boat to the landlocked city of Iquitos.

He went to sleep and I ran into the bathroom to put a devil’s halo around my nose and when I stepped out of the bathroom I was immediately bored. I told the guy at the front desk to call me a cab I needed to make it to a restaurant on this street and within ten minutes I was in downtown Lima well after one in the morning looking for an exotic 17 year old woman around 110 lbs with perfect eyes, a perfect body, perfect hair, perfect tits, perfect legs, perfects lips, perfect smile, perfect, perfect, perfect, but in a sea of so many beautiful people she was harder than I thought to find. Luckily after about thirty minutes I found her and we picked up where we left off, but this time less talking and more action. I bought her a few drinks, we kicked back, I continued to speak in near perfect Spanish. When two am came around I had her in a cab on the way back to my hotel.

When we got to the hotel we went inside and sat by the pool to fool around. Not a soul was in sight and pretty soon we were half naked  in public. I grabbed her by the hand and started looking for a place we could have sex and found a hotel conference room, it was a huge find and it was all mine, only the best and I really treated us on this one. So mission accomplished and I proceeded to have very consensual intimate sex with an exotic near perfect Peruvian girl on the red carpet of a conference room in a four star hotel in Lima and I’ll never forget her even though I never even know if I got her name. The night turned literally sour when I started to suck on her tits… oh yeah, I did, Would you like some coffee with that milk? At first I didn’t know what it was cause I was half drunk and in the heat of the moment and half surprised like the time I finally figured out where that smell was coming from when I was having sex with that Polish volunteer on my sixth day of not having to leave my bed to get a girl into it. So I took another sip of my date and contemplated making a white Russian, but then just figured I’d use it like a camel pack in this sweltering country. Actually if you don’t suck too hard it won’t come out so that’s what I did and I went about my business seven ways from Sunday.

From the sounds and everything else coming from her I could tell she was having a good time and I can’t even tell you how much fun I was having. While I was taking her from behind for the fourth or fifth time that session she told me to stop, not don’t stop, stop and I repeatedly ignored her. When I did stop we kissed and I wanted to keep going, but with a squirt of her nipple she gestured she had to go home to take care of the little one and at that moment I realized when I’m high on drugs I can not only speak Spanish, but I can understand it too because she’d apparently been telling me this for the last half hour, but Domingo was gone and Dom had returned. We put our clothes back on and it was one of those sad goodbyes where we knew we had a great time, but knew we’d never see each other again. You see when I was that young it’s not that my life was absent of love or I was incapable of being in love, it’s just that I’d fall in and out of love on a very frequent and regular basis, like everyday. I loved women and sex and that’s grown to loving women and intimacy with great sex being an added bonus if it’s even existent. When you’re far out like me it’s great to have a girl that you can be intimate with. IN-TO-ME-YOU-SEE

Right around the time the mystery jungle bunny takes off everyone starts to wake up to get the day started. Just writing that makes me want to puke because only when I was 18 years old could I pull that off without being the grumpiest piece of dried dog shit the next day, but I jumped into the pool washed away the night before, and everything was just gravy.

This picture was taken nearly two weeks after this all happened on the way back into Iquitos after backpacking nearly 1200 Km and the wounds are still there.