This bridge hangs about eight trillion feet off the forest floor in the Monteverde Reserve and I motherfucking crossed it without soiling my pants all that much. Later I learned that it was built by a high school dropout with no engineering training whatsoever.
My favorite part about this picture is not that I just missed the ventilated buttcrack peeking out under the fluttering shirttail of the guy in the back of the pickup, but the smiling face in the rear view mirror at the right edge of the frame.
Someone somewhere considered Ometepe a contender as the most beautiful place in the world.
A coming storm.
This is what it looks like when you are on the bus and you are leaving Monteverde for some crazy, unconvincing reason.
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