Hospedaje La Pascana
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... to take this an opportunity to listen to the universe and join them.
Iquitos is pretty crazy and feels like a completely different country coming from Cusco. Its hot and its humid; the air is much thicker but not easier to breath due to the fact that the streets are filled with motocarros (tuk-tuks). These are like Minotaurs but instead of being half man, half horse they are part human, part ...
... children, despite attempts to do better when my apprehension and ambivalence became evident. This unbearable realization was too much for me to handle, and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, leading to my first expedition to the Amazon in 2011.
The mind creates the abyss, the heart crosses it. - Nisargadatta Maharaj
... Simone and I had had enough of this place and we left on a taxi back to Iquitos. When we got back, I rested and chilled so my stomach could get back to feeling normal. When it felt a bit better, we found Colleen and the three of us went for dinner and I've cream before checking out te artesan market on the river a few blocks from the hostel. It was a really cool market filled with local jungle crafts, clothing, and jewelry. These places are always so cool yet so frustrating. ...
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I wandered around the market for quite awhile. You can't imagine how crowded everything was down there today. With Christmas celebrated tonight (all night!), it seemed as if everyone in Iquitos was buying things for the celebration dinner which most have sometime after midnight.
I saw people buying everything from chickens - live and freshly plucked - and turkeys to an incredible variety of fish. I even saw some ...
... that is seeded in the soul and waiting to grow from within.
If our identity can be determined by other people and shaped by forces outside ourselves, then our sense of self will be like a colorful item that we purchase in the market place of life and simply tie onto our bodies. If our identity in this world can become nothing but an appendage, we can easily be manipulated and are in increasing danger of becoming empty inside. In forgetting how the soul is seeded ...