The guide meets you 50 meters south of the Mas x Menos supermarket and five minutes later the town’s traffic thins to the hum of engine and insects. The ATV tracks climb through a green wall; the rainforest leans close, leaves flicking like a crowd nudging you forward. At the ridge the Pacific appears, a low, blue line under the heat haze, and the zipline platform feels like a porch on the edge of the world. When you push off, the wind takes the lead and the canopy presses its scent — wet earth, flowering shrubs, and salt carried on an inland breeze.