There is something I have missed before. One of the great pleasures of things in life (I now believe) are combinations of sensory experiences. In Iquitos, the senses loom

large.

Everything is heightened. I sat with friends all afternoon today on the Nanay River where there is a floating restaurant called Barranquito. You can eat ceviche or fried fish and then jump into the river with a prodding current.

I was immediately was struck by the sensory combination. The brownish river water with the wooden boards I walked on. Not too far away, grey rain came down in the distance. It looks like faint grey lines sketched by a casual artist.

We remarked how odd it is when rain is just a color in the distance and you cannot feel it directly. When it has no tacticle component and instead looks like an oddly uniformcolor. We played one of my favorite bands called Khruangbin which provided a melodic sense of movement alongside the green of the river bank, the small boats in the distance, and a mans small wooden house on the opposite side of the bank from where we sat. We watched him walk up the tiny winding path to his house. We saw the movement of the currents, and I felt the warm sunshine on my face and arms. Then I remembered all these things were happening at the same time.