After a long night of restless tossing and turning, I'm still drowsy as I brush my teeth, willing my eyes (and mind) to open fully. It's not that my bed at the Treehouse Retreat at Silky Oaks Lodge hadn't been comfortable—quite the contrary. It's just that my brain refused to switch off from the excitement of being in the rainforest during the night. Not just any rainforest, but the oldest in the world.




