Wind is rushing through my hair while the tropical landscape rushes past. In the distance tree covered hills role by. The air is hot and humid. I am standing in the back of a black pick up truck, looking over the roof of the cabin, holding on to the wide aluminium bar as we follow the curvy road. We are going straight for a low hanging palm leave, I duck just in time, the guy behind me gets hit in the face. With a comical screech we all start laughing. But we need to stay with it, more low hanging branches are coming. We high five them when we pass.