Our stay in Iquitos wasn't very exciting. A very attractive city when you think that it is the biggest town in the world that is not accessible through road, but finally little interesting. Belen market is nice though.
The most interesting thing that happened to us was that Ada went briefly to the hospital and we could see how it works here. If you don't have insurance, you have to pay for everything, even needles, upfront, before being allowed to be treated. But hey, it was cheap.
The town is famous for his numerous shamans but many people try to scam you on the street: "I've just cooked the best ayahuasca in the world!"
Beside that, a guy that probably suffered psychiatric trouble was staying in our hostel. He was impossible. (He was french by the way...) I made the mistake to tell him I was gay because it usually calms people down when you're honest with them. But in his case, it was the absolute opposite and he was telling everybody that he would punch me.
But hey, we also met a very interesting person, Ivonne, a german girl creating her own self-sustaining community in the jungle. This is the address of her website but I don't think it works for now: www.reservacopoazu.de (This link doesn't work but I found Reserva Copoazu's Facebook page!)
We also saw a representation of Jesus' birth, indigenous style:
And during our last night there, we nearly got into that club:
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