Peke-peke to Pucallpa from Calleria with Roger and Elva.5 am departure, "ya es dia."
A couple hours hunting motelo, searching for fruit trees with fresh fruit on the ground of the sort motelo likes, finding uneaten fruit, finding week-old motelo scruff-trail emerging from a treefall tangle, but no tort. Agusto is thirsty, no water bottle, chops una de gato for a drink of clear tasty water. Agusto wears a thick Nike hoody for skeeters.
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