Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
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The place is alive with cock roaches. Paddy scares the hell out of me when he screams like a girl as one crawls over his pillow. I scream like a girl as one crawls into my back pack, after I fail to drop the Lonely Planet on it. I wounded a cock roach and it took it's revenge. I spend the next half an hour timidly emptying out the contents onto the floor with a flashlight and a worried brow. I'm happy I've found a kindred spirit in Paddy, two grown men utterly terrified of crawling things heading into the Amazon basin. It should be a barrel of laughs.
I try to persuade him to go out again, as my itch has not been scratched and I want to meet the Russian, leaving my laptop in the hostel. Heavy rain soon changes my mind, so we bed down for the night after a day of faffing. An early start is planned to put some distance between us and this festering stink hole. Unless someone steals my bank card. Again.