In Brillo Nuevo, I bathed in the river. I jumped off a log and into a soup of tadpoles. The current swallowed my soap suds.
Back in Iquitos, I turn on the shower, and the droplets spank my face. Sure, the river bath was more romantic, but this shower is what I´m used to, and it doesn´t give me infections in unmentionable places.
I am happy to be back in the city with my cold shower, Internet and passion fruit ice cream.
I dance in the shower and then race out and flop down on my bed, naked. I turn on the fan before my body even thinks about sweating.
You have no idea how good this feels.
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