Eventually he sent me a message and said yes he was in town and that he would come to the hostel to visit and talk about things.
I returned for the last time three months after I received the devastating news about Chica and Yoda.
I emailed Lito to tell him when I would arrive and that we needed to talk.
Lito would not answer my calls from Cusco so I presumed he was working up the river somewhere.
I stayed at Tambopata hostel in Puerto Maldonado and went to his house and knocked on the door many times but no answer.
I found the spot where I was told that my precious little dog was buried by it was obvious that the dirt had never been dug and not a sign of a grave was there.
I believe that she was dumped in the river near town or into the garbage.My hate for the man rose in my heart and I wished all evils upon him at that time.We went for a walk into the jungle to see the lodge buildings.On the track into the jungle I commented to my friend Femke there were 2 fresh motorbike tracks here and one set of footprints on top of the bike tracks going into the jungle, none going back to the road. When we arrived at the main house we found a minder, someone who keeps an eye on things.When he realized who I was, he immediately started to demand money, food and clothes from me.He began behaving and yelling very aggressively and I started to feel creepy.