Pulled behind a tractor for 2 hours to get to a remote jungle lodge. All of our food and supplies for the few days were on the trailer with us.
I think I shortened my lifespan by a couple years from breathing in the straight up diesel exhaust.
And it was Christmas! Someone played Christmas music while we bounced along and it was the most wonderfully absurd day ever.
The days I spent at Magsasay Lodge were some of the best of my life and were once again without a camera to capture it – jumping into the cold river and watersliding our way downstream; stumbling around in the pitch black on a half-assed night walk led by the ‘guide guy’ and ‘machete guy;’ pulling on over sized rubber boots and tromping through the jungle for what seemed like hours to find the bend in the river where we could jump in and swim.
I did manage to take a few photos, but they just can’t capture the pure magic of being in the middle of nowhere in the rainforest.