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iQOO🐮Wandering through the rainforest trails of Manuel Antonio National Park, the calls of howler monkeys sounded like fruit tossed from the depths of the green curtain. Suddenly, a three-toed sloth yawned, clinging to a tree trunk; raindrops fell slowly from its eyelashes, as if time itself had been slowed down. While splashing in the waves at Espadilla Sur beach, white-faced capuchins secretly stole my sunscreen from behind—they perched on coconut palm branches, squeezing out a dollop of milky white paste and diligently applying it to their paws. At sunset, iguanas struck silhouettes of ancient warriors on the rocks, while violet frigatebirds cut the evening glow into courtship banners. As the rangers closed the suspension bridge, looking back, I saw fireflies lighting up one by one in the mangroves, like a star map left behind on earth.
4.9/5iQOO🐮Entering the Montevideo Cloud Forest, the world suddenly sinks into a grey-green seabed. Gnarled tree roots, wrapped in moss, resemble the spine of a prehistoric behemoth, and each fern is adorned with diamond-like droplets of mist. On the suspension bridge, hummingbirds flutter their wings eighty times per second, frozen before bromeliad blossoms, while twenty meters below, in the layer of decaying leaves, the legend of the golden toad's extinction gently turns its page with a sigh from the guide. The most magical moment is the "sun dog"—a crack in the thick fog, sunlight dyeing the steam iridescent, and thousands of shades of green awaken in an instant. Touching the roots of epiphytic orchids leaves your hands covered in cool mist, and you understand why the locals call this place "the forest of eternal breathing."
