Drops of rain from the night sky furiously slap the thin raincoat that is my sole shield from the cold weather. In the background, the beating of drums from the surrounding lush vegetation grows louder with each step taken.
“HALT!” someone at the front of the crowd shouts out through the darkness, prompting our group of nervous travel writers to stop dead in our tracks. “Watch your step, we will be crossing the Bridge of Luminosa now.”