The crew fit us with rubber boots. We wear long sleeves, long pants, wide-brimmed hats and abundant bug repellent. Skiffs drop us at a rickety pier and we clamber up the muddy bank, take walking sticks, and head into the jungle. Our naturalist warns against touching the foliage that presses in on us, some with barbs, poisonous sap or camouflaged insects. The canopy shades out the sunlight and we see only a few feet into the dense growth.
Another excursion to a private reserve takes us into the canopy on walkways strung from tree to tree. They sway as we walk and we clutch the metal cords that keep us high above the jungle floor. One at a time, please!