VENTURING INTO THE RAINFOREST

CANOPY TOWER ECOLODGE

I pull-on my egregiously masculine hiking shoes (zapatos) and reluctantly join my fellow guests for the daily guided birdwatching trek in the rainforest. We bounce along in a truck bed dressed up with seats, spying several iridescent blue morpho butterflies and multi-colored toucans (I recognize them from the cereal box) as we go. I can’t help myself; I am beginning to have fun.

GAMBOA RAINFOREST

We walk five yards. We stop. Up come the binoculars. Scope, scope, scope. We walk five yards. We stop. Up come the binoculars. Scope, scope, scope. We walk five yards. We stop. Up come the binoculars. Scope, scope, scope.

Fuck birdwatching. The birds are pretty and everything, I guess, but I have been crammed into planes for eight hours today and I need to MOVE. Eager to actually explore the rainforest, I abandon the group.

Plantation Trail is paved in bright gold leaves, save for a wake running through them. I can’t figure out what formed the line. Upon closer inspection, from a crouch, I see that the line undulates. It’s actually a living path of ants carrying leaves on their backs.

Plantation Trail Gamboa Rainforest

CANOPY TOWER ECOLODGE

I kick-off my offending footwear, grab my book and retire to the common area on the top floor. Blissfully supine in my hammock, I read a page, gaze out at the treetops, read another page, and gaze out at the treetops again. At 6:00 the staff sets out beer (cervezas), wine (vino tinto), and fresh guacamole. I love Canopy Tower!

Canopy Tower Ecolodge Common Area

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