Heliconia Amazon River Lodge
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Non-smoking hotel
- Outdoor pool
TripAdvisor Reviews Heliconia Amazon River Lodge Iquitos
Travel Blogs from Iquitos
... a few years ago to stop its use in their country as they saw it as simply another way to get high; they lost in court, but many are very skeptical about its sanctity. We Amazon jungle tourists were all interested to see how this played out.
The Shaman who came to the lodge was named Julio, dressed like all the other guys working here in a t-shirt, cargo shorts, and sandals. He is 74 years old, although he looks much older. He has sort of hollowed-out eyes, ...
... to Chris and Jim and Darwin and I headed out on a different path than I had taken before. We walked through the jungle and flooded areas until we came to... Another fish farm. Only this wasn't owned by Jim and looked a lot less Eco-friendly. So I guess this is a big thing down here. We kept walking and passed many different types of farms that had clearly been placed where the jungle had been cut down. It was really sad. On the walk, Darwin and I talked about all sorts ...
... town with all the weight in my pack. Simone came with me and we took a taxi to Iquitos. We. Finally. Made. It. Unbelievable. I was thinking it would never happen. We spent a while getting shuttled from hostel to hostel trying to find a good spot to stay. We finally settled on an America owned hostel called Hobo Hideout. It's very clean and the owner's Peruvian wife is very sweet. Simone and I first went to get food at a local market (not the ...
... approached it became clear that this was not a club, but a party being held out next to the street! About 7-8 young men were singing, kicking around a soccer ball, and carrying glasses filled with various levels of what was obviously some intoxicating beverage.
When they saw me looking over as I passed on the other side of the street, they shouted "foto! foto!" Of course, being a photographer, I couldn't pass ...
I took it slow but eventually reached the toilets. They were both occupied. It seemed everyone’s bowels had the same idea. I stood there, holding myself in pain, listening to two people harmonise their explosive movements. I couldn’t wait any longer. The decision was made: I would stumble back to my tombo and use the toilet there.
In hindsight, walking barefoot through the Amazon alone at night – tripping on Ayahuasca – was probably ...