Both curious, we tentatively moved towards each other to be able to see better, when I realized it was Egor in the T-shirt, under his hat. And yes, I had ‘dressed up’ for the occasion. 

Egor was on his way to film an Ayahuasca ceremony (which I routinely declined the invitation to) with a highly renowned curador (whom he had told me about, I now remembered). I was interviewing ‘el presidente’ in the morning. Two busy people in the jungle. We arranged to meet at the curador’s house where Egor was staying for breakfast at 9.30am the next morning.

I never met the elusive ‘presidente’, but instead got a post breakfast chance to help Egor with his film: my pidgin Spanish was still better than going with the google translations sheet and hoping for the best.

Don Ignacio was a lovely, kind and gentle man of advanced age. While cheekily trying to evade Egor’s key questions he still let us into some of the mystery of Ayahuasca, telling stories from his astonishing, rich, long, full and harsh life.

He appeared to have a debilitating headache and aching leg. It was upsetting to witness and after the interview I prompted the question — would he let me do a cranio sacral therapy session with him? Understandably he didn’t quite know what I meant — but must have felt the intention, and agreed.

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