Costa Rica, a Lost Paradise
Ominous dark clouds suffocated the sky, but I was determined to get on that plane. Things were already off to a rough start due to the15 pound luggage weight restriction. Like most photographers, I opted to leave extra clothes behind in order to take my camera gear. They announced a short delay to clean the 🤮 from a previous passenger. Despite this, I was eager to get to the Osa Peninsula where monkeys, dolphins, exotic birds, and Cayman all awaited.
From my seat directly behind the pilots, it was quickly apparent they were flying solely by instrument. With no visibility and the engine whining loudly, each rise and fall of the plane turned my stomach like riding a rollercoaster. As sheets of rain washed over the windshield I truly thought my life was over. For the next hour, I braced myself, prayed, and promised "I'll be good if only you let me live."