Bugs. All sorts of bugs. I am not sure what specific little bastards ate us raw during the 4 workshops that we conducted in the Amazon but they surely had their way with us. I only caught it in the neck and back and feet but the rest of the group had a plethora of suffering in different spots… We were told it was the “white mosquito” that was tormenting us, a tiny, quiet feaster. This is just one of the reasons I am not upset I will not be returning anytime to soon to the Bajo Urubamba.