Tripping on Hallucinogenic Frogs (Part 3/3)

a stick on fire and gets it glowing orange. The captain does not react. He takes two more burns the same
way, and then Juan begins to rub the jelly into
he feel anything? [SPEAKING PORTUGUESE] MALE SPEAKER: He's beginning
stands with a far-off look in his eye. Then he sits down and puts
his head in his hands. He says that everything is
spinning, and that he can feel it in his gut. They pour a bucket of water
over his burns and head because they think it will
counteract the venom. [SPEAKING PORTUGUESE] HAMILTON MORRIS: And then
the captain jumps into the piss river. He looks at me and says
that he's fine. Now it's my turn. Juan picks up a stick off the
ground and lights it on fire. It's much thicker than the
sticks the Mayoruna use. Ah! Ah! [SPEAKING PORTUGUESE] HAMILTON MORRIS: No sensation
yet, no sensation yet. Now it stings. The site of the burn now hurts
a lot more than when he initially did it. Still no psychoactive effect. No psychedelic effect. No visual distortions. Gracias. Gracias. Nothing at first. Then slowly, an opiated
high creeps over me– a drunken-headedness. It feels good. I feel high, or sort of a little
bit disassociated. It's not necessarily
feeling right now, man? HAMILTON MORRIS: Very little. I mean, I feel an extreme pain
in my arm where I was burned and had venom rubbed
in the wound. And I feel a little bit
high, in a good way. Let me get one more. Ooh! Yowza. You got it that time? Did you get it that time? Si. Good, yeah, everybody make
sure they touch it. Jesus Christ! Juan then reapplies the poison
jelly to my wounds. Reapply to the other wounds
while you're at it. Please fan me? If they need to give me
a thousand of these I'll fucking do it. Now there's a new sensation
taking over the arm like it's falling asleep. Like a pins and needles
sort of sensation. And it's happening in
both of my hands. I'm losing sensation in
both of my hands. It's feeling more
sinister now. It's very strange. My mind is saturated with a
distinct drunken weirdness. It's bad. It's unpleasant. Part of me wants to lay down. Just lay down in the hammock
or something. Ah, gracias, gracias, gracias. I feel like a frog. The people that surround me fan
me like I'm an emperor. I lay shirtless on
a plastic tarp. My stomach is in excruciating
pain. The frog and me exchange
a glance. If they think I should do
another one, I would consider doing another one. I request a fourth burn– more sapo than The Captain. Who's the mujer now? Numero quattro. Oh, wow, yeah. Feeling it much more strongly
in my head now. MALE SPEAKER: Oh yeah? The drunkenness in my
head is very strong. There's some mild, closed-eye
visuals. It does feel slightly
psychedelic. I think it might be best for me
to lay in my hammock now. Unless they think I should
wash my wounds. I'm feeling extremely woozy. [SPEAKING PORTUGUESE] HAMILTON MORRIS: The captain
insists that I submerge myself in the shit river in order
to sober myself up. I say I don't want to. There's no pharmacological
reason that getting wet would clear the venom from
my bloodstream. But he insists, so I let him
pour gasoline jugs of piss over my head. [SPEAKING PORTUGUESE] HAMILTON MORRIS: As the frog is
returned to a tree, I lay down in the boat because I'm
feeling extremely nauseous. The poison that was still in
my blood begins working its purging magic. The captain takes me out to a
private clearing on the edge of the river. For most people,
the frog causes uncontrollable vomiting. But I did the frog on an empty
stomach, so in my case the purge came the other way. Aspects of the experience were
euphoric and I would consider repeating it. But I'm pretty certain I could
achieve the exact same effects by rubbing the jelly
inside my nose. Neither the water nor the
purging made me sober. And I lay in my hammock feeling
disassociated and nauseous for the next
three hours. I feel really fucked up. Really exhausted, like I just
ate a pound of Valium. And I don't feel too great. I think I could still
vomit at any moment. My stomach is just
in awful turmoil. I wake up today feeling
like shit. I do not have supernatural
powers, nor do I have a resistance to thirst
or hunger. How these drug rumors get
started, I have no idea. Indians, right? I eat an egg for breakfast and
pet the monkey orphan's head one last time. Goodbye little monkey. I wish him the best. I hope he grows up big and
strong, and that he's treated like a child. Then it's time for
gift giving. We give the shaman's family our
hammocks, our boots, as well as an erotic porcelain
statuette of two pigs making love which they seem
to cherish. [SPEAKING PORTUGUESE] I like them. So we got what we wanted. I did the frog. It was insane. I have the scars right now which
are starting to heal. But we also went to the jungle
and got a giant bale of ayahuasca vine. And it left me a little hungry
for some ayahuasca. So once we get back
to Tabatinga we're going to look around. Apparently it's very common to
find the DMT containing leaves and we'll mix up some ayahuasca
on our own. Returning to the city fills
me with an incredible joy. My mosquito bites become less
itchy, my sunburn's less peely, and my intestine less
colonized by parasites. The skies are clear and the
banks of the Amazon are monotonously beautiful. Tomorrow I will prepare
the magical brew. Tonight, I rest. We're back in Tabatinga. And we're on our way to meet
the ayahuasca shaman who's going to give us something they
call tue, which I think is the DMT-containing plant. Because when we were still in
the jungle, the shaman there only gave us half of
the ayahuasca brew. So now we're going to get
the rest and we'll mix it up at the hotel. We arrive at the shaman's house,
and I'm surprised to find it's a wizened old woman
wearing an all pink outfit. We asked her if she has
tue to sell to us. She tells us she does, but that
if I were to drink it I would permanently
her if tue has other names? [SPEAKING PORTUGUESE] HAMILTON MORRIS: She leads us
through her house, and then out to her garden of
medicinal plants. She brings us to a plant and
tells us that is tue. This is the tue, I'm assuming. Some people are calling it the
Colombian Devil's Breath. They call it a Angel's Trumpet,
Devil's Trumpet. It's the deliriant that
will give me a miserable nightmare trip. And this is what the shaman was
telling me that I needed to get, was this Devil's
Trumpet stuff. It's good we cleared that up and
he didn't have any on him at the time because that
would have been really unfortunate for me. She then brings me to another
corner of her garden, where we see a small tree with
lush, green leaves. [SPEAKING PORTUGUESE] HAMILTON MORRIS: Fantastic. This is the chacruna, or
psychotria viridis plant. It contains DMT and pretty
much nothing else. This is, I think, the
gold standard for ayahuasca and brewing. We pay for the chacruna, and
leave for our hotel with all the ingredients needed
to brew ayahuasca. Our hotel was nice enough to
let me use their kitchen brewing ayahuasca for the
rest of the afternoon. In two hours I'll strain
what's left, and that will be that. Here we are at our hotel room
in Tabatinga, and I just finished brewing
the ayahuasca. This is the MAOI, it's
the ayahuasca vine. Definitely the worst thing I've
ever tasted, and I've tasted a lot of terrible,
terrible drugs. But I'm going to try and get
through about half of this. Here I go. Oh my God. OK. Little sips, it's too difficult
to swallow big ones. Around sunset I start
drinking the vine. It's truly the most
awful-tasting substance on the planet, and each sip takes me
within a nano-gag of vomiting. Sip, gag, sip, gag. The vine hits me like a
tsunami of warm milk. I've never been so drowsy
in my life. I then drink the chacruna
leaves. I fall asleep and have strange,
apocalyptic dreams. As I fall deeper into an
ayahuasca induced trance, strange visions and dark
premonitions overtake me. In the midst of these visions,
I realize that the sapo is only one amphibian enigma in
an endless jungle of mind altering mysteries. There's so much territory
left to explore– hypnotic giraffe bone marrow in
Sudan, sedative sea sponges in the Caribbean, dream fish of
the Pacific Ocean, narcotic silkworms in China, and unknown
synthetics from magical laboratories
across the globe. Whoa. Oh my God. The ayahuasca makes me
extremely tired. I take a Ritalin to combat
the sleepiness. Yup. I guess it's time for a walk. Coma juice. It just made me into a thousand
year old man. I got a boat. It's really just like
the boat we were in. It's the exact same boat, only
it's a lot more feathers than the boat we were on. And that's one hammock
in the middle– it's a one-person. The frog was good. What's next?

  1. All the drugs he did were only half done…..he should have made the brew with a lot more of the leafs and plants. It should have made him trip out so much and also made him very sick.

  2. Swear that dude is sick traveled days for a high and his body is about to fall apart.. Also i think they sale those frogs at my local pet store…lol

  3. It's taking me everything I've got to get through part 3, but I keep wanting to bail. This guy whining, winging and complaining about the tiny burn marks ("my *wounds*") is fucking killing me. Plus the fact that he seriously needs some meat on his bones is just getting to me. Can he even carry his own personal belongings? How did he even get here when he looks like he can barely lift a finger to do anything useful?! I hope after this he got some psychiatric help with his anorexia.

  4. I loved your stoned voice dude, srly, is so smooth, i was smokin a blunt and your video just made it so cool

  5. Send him on trying different edibles so he eats and gets high, two birds with one stone

  6. Poor frog.
    That’s really f****up, he goes to the jungle, a lot of other people had to go with him just so he could get high and with a horrible nausea.
    He only wants to get high and nothing else.
    Talk about exploitation…

  7. Dude…leave the frog alone and find a cow , you look fresh outta Dachau concentration camp , I can't believe what I just watched…?

  8. how can anyone want to go thru life like this a few minuets of so called fun for 3 hours of pain and sickness. it is a wonder he could feel that different high over his already high.

  9. I'm cali we call the devils trumpet hell's bells shit is crazy af, I wouldnt do it again but shit was another experience

  10. I was gonna roast his skinny jeans but then I remembered he has whole ass PhDs and is more educated than I’ll ever be

  11. This is not doing anny honor to nature 'powers,you really have to do this with a meaning and ceremoney,this is f*cking boring(using this just for fun🙄)

  12. That's some serious Bragging Rights although most people would just think you're nuts. Did ya eat the fish?

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