Boca Manu, Peru, August 10, 2003 — The rains stopped eventually, but the tour staff had little to no information about when (or if) our plane would come. We hung out at the grass airstrip, where the “air controller” used a CB radio powered by a car battery. When Sherri opened up our Mac to write, every staff member was stunned. They lived amongst gringos much of the time, but it was still shocking to see that the photos I had taken were already on the computer. (Of course, 10 years ago digital technology was still very new, and we were the only backpackers we saw for the entire year who were traveling with a laptop). When the planes finally arrived, they had priorities other than tourists. So it took some arguing, screaming and cajoling, but we managed to get on the last plane out of Manu that day, arriving safely back in Cusco in time for our next adventures.