Pacific-Corcovado

There's no way to fully explain Corcovado. I could list the dangerous animals that lurk from both the jungle and ocean (jaguars, bull sharks, crocodiles, and a rogue rotweiller), or I could try and describe the absolute impossibility of following an unmarked jungle trail for 24 hours, but I think the overall experience is basically untransferable. Essentially it was the most radical weekend I've ever had, and even the memory of it seems more like one of those adventure dreams that seem to stretch over many nights.

There are four species of monkeys in Corcovado, and within the first two hours we had seen them all. The capuchins proved to be the most friendly (in fact we ended up in the middle of a...barrel of them). 

There's nothing like the sunset after navigating a current and bull-shark ridden river. Seriously.

The only other people on the track back were spotted once or twice, however they were unfortunately unavailable when we emerged from the jungle and realized that the collectivo (read: cattle car) wasn't running and had to stay the night in a cabina (read: tent). 

Looking backwards. For miles.