The truck bounced us along a cratered, washed-out steep incline. We held onto the edges of the bed of the pickup we were crowded into, trying desperately not to slam into one another, without much success. At the top of the hill, we disembarked and made our way to the first platform. It seemed easy enough – a short distance from our platform to the next one. And there weren’t too many things to remember: cross your legs in front of you, left hand in front of you on the carbine, right hand a good distance behind you ready to tug at any moment to brake, and, oh, remember to relax.

“Are you ready?” Before I could answer, he gave me a healthy push off the platform and I went zipping over the canopy of the jungle.

*filmed with the camera tucked into my belt