We didn’t actually realize it when we arrived in Villa Amboró. The community consisted of just a few wood and banana-leaf houses and a school.
By this point, we had been driven 47 kilometres down a gravel track, crossed a river by foot and walked for almost an hour down a dirt road that seemed to lead through deserted mandarin orange farms straight into the jungle. We wanted to explore the mountainous rainforest wilderness of Amboró national park, but weren’t prepared for just how remote it would be.
