ecuador | the amazon

There’s a fork where the rio Napo and the rio Arajuno meet and their waters converge; warm lowland water meets the icy flow from the Andes. As we glide over the spot in our thin motored canoe, I trail my fingers in the water to feel the change. Nature astounds me. My Amazon trip is…

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  Some time in the chilly blur of January it dawned on me that I was unfulfilled. Not unhappy, but unfulfilled. It probably happened when I had to catch a tube. I was probably running late, which is the only good reason to catch the tube, and someone was probably running later, pushing and grunting. It…