Ok, let me get this straight: I LOVE COFFEE!!!!!!!!!!! So I was up at 6:30a.m. waiting until it was time to drive to the coffee plantation. I finally broke down and drove to the plantation at 7:35 a.m. I arrived, and of course nobody except the workers and the tour guide were there.
The coffee plantation at 7 a.m.
The tour guide was happy to see me here so early. She was happy that someone out there liked coffee as much as she did, so, she gave me a private tour of the coffee plantation before everybody else showed up(oh, by the way, the tour wasn't supposed to start until 9:00). The traditional method(being used by the coffee plantation I was at) of planting coffee is to put 20 seeds in each hole at the beginning of the rainy season(about half of the seeds will die because of harsh weather). A more effective and easier method of growing coffee, used in Brazil, is to raise seedlings in nurseries and then plant them outside when they are six to twelve months old. The lady first showed me the coffee trees. The whole plantation smelled REALLY GOOD(hey, you know how you always say smells should be able to come out of your computer, well this is the reason why). Anyway, my private-special-VIP tour had to end there becuase the other people started to arrive. The tour was like I had expected, she showed us the coffee, how it was made, it being made, and then the final product. She gave each person a bag of their beans and a coffee sample. The sample was amazing, rich, creamy, it felt like heaven. Which could only explain my later hyperness...
There was a flock of Scarlet Macaws in a tree, which I managed to get a couple of pictures of (they weren't exactly fans of the paparazzi). I then was faced with a bridge. A small, thin, bridge. A VERY, small, thin bridge.As you might guess, I wasn't very thrilled to walk across it. I took a step onto it and it creaked and swayed as if its boards were about to crack and fall.
You've probably seen a bunch of those movies where they have people walk across these outrageous bridges and fall off. It felt exactly like that. I tried to put all those thoughts behind me, and just walk across the bridge, but every three seconds I was faced with a thought like " What if one of the ropes breaks and I am left hanging on to the other rope until I become so tired that I let go and fall to the ground to have lions, jaguars and vultures pick my remains apart." It took me forever to get across that bridge. I imagine it probably only took five minutes in real life. It was really fun. Once I got across the bridge it was time for zip lining. I was the first person to go(everyone else was chicken:) I got all strapped up, and got hooked to the line, then I flew. I zipped(hence the name zip line) through the trees and flew over the forest. I was sad when it was over, but my feet were tired, so I decided to call it a day, and head home.
