All my sensory inputs are experiencing firsts. My nose detects a unique mixture of tropical humidity, heat, people, teak wood huts, spices, fried meat, fish, vegetables, sewage and diesel exhaust from boats. The colours are vibrant and rich. Everything is painted in saturated tones, longboats, huts and clothes. Colourful advertisement posters are utilised as decoration. It seems all the colours of the world has gathered to party in this town. The river is life, the river is where the children swim, where the laundry is done, where the sewage floats, where the longboats’ engine puffs black smoke, where fishing is done; the river is the source of all activity. The river is alive with sounds, children laughing, people talking, cooking food, hanging out, water…