Ecuador and Galápagos
A young green coconut falls from a cloud-high palm tree to my left. I see it crash though waxy jade leaves and tumble between eucalyptus branches before it falls out of sight. About 20 seconds later I hear a thud. This is most disconcerting, as I am inching along a wire on a “sky bike”, cycling myself through 15-metre-high jungle treetops, precariously moving along a 2.5cm steel rope among flitting humming birds and curious monkeys.
This cleverly engineered contraption (there is a supporting wire on top) is a fascinating way to observe the cloud forest, but still, relief floods over me when I have slowly creaked my way back to the crew at the other end. Half an hour later I am safely ensconced in a verbena-scented spa room, supping green tea and awaiting a massage. If I wanted intrepid wilderness with a heavy dose of luxury, I have found my place.