It very often looks like this. The photo below is a road leading to one of the health centers I visited 2 weeks ago. There are not many cars but many noisy mototaxis.
Iquitos is not in a hurry. It does vibrate, though. It pulsates. It looks like picnic tables on many street corners covered with aluminum pots to serve people lunch from stove to street . It looks like giant plastic containers of juice (light yellow and orange) lined up with small layered sandwiches on most street corners. It looks like people selling fruit, cigarettes, and gum. It looks woody, moldy, funky, and wild. It looks like a creeping green jungle is near, but the city moves on its own. Iquitos is the largest city in the world not accessible by car. To arrive, one needs to come in a boat or plane. It´s isolated.
Iquitos looks sticky. It is a nailed-together, sweaty, and vibrating hub of humans. The young Mormons doing service, travelers looking for Ayahuasca ceremonies, and me in my pencil skirt walking around trying to cool off.