You first hear it before you see it: the low hum of the jungle, the rhythmic breath of the Pacific, the whisper of warm air gliding through giant leaves that look like they’ve been here since the beginning of time.

And then, suddenly—there it is.

Suspended among the treetops, balanced on a custom-built platform overlooking the ocean like some forgotten relic of adventure, a Boeing 727 rises from the jungle canopy. Not abandoned. Not crashed. Reborn.

This isn’t an illusion. This is where you’ll sleep.

Welcome to the 727 Fuselage Home, the kind of place the Lucky Bastards live for—a place built for people who choose stories over souvenirs, adrenaline over routine, and memories over comfort zones.

The Legend Begins the Moment You Step Inside

Climb the wooden staircase, feel your heartbeat sync with the rainforest, and step into the polished fuselage.
The curved walls still remember the sky.
The rivets still shimmer like they did at 30,000 feet.

Except now, instead of passengers, you’re greeted by handcrafted teak interiors, warm amber lights, and windows framing the wildest views you’ve ever woken up to.

The cockpit?
Still there.
Except this time, it’s your private lookout over the Pacific. Sunrise paints the sky orange through your windshield. Sunset burns the horizon purple. And at night, you lie in your bed above the trees, listening to the monkeys argue about who owns the canopy—because yes, they come say hello.

This is the kind of place where your imagination wakes up before you do.

A Night Unlike Any Other

Outside, the rainforest is your soundtrack.
Inside, you’re floating in a suspended time capsule of a past life—one that has traded its turbulence for tranquility.

You make coffee in the plane’s galley—because of course you do.
You watch toucans glide past your window as if you’re still mid-flight—because here, you kind of are.
You shower while staring at an endless green ocean of trees—because only Lucky Bastards get bathrooms like this.

Then comes night.
The jungle lights up like a secret city.
Fireflies drift by the windows like lost stars returning home.
And as you sink into the sheets, you realize something:

You’ve slept in hotels.
You’ve slept in villas.
But you’ve never slept in a plane perched in the sky, owned by the jungle, and claimed by no one but adventurers who dare to go find it.

Why You’ll Never Forget This Stay

Because this isn’t just a hotel.
This is a story you’ll tell for the rest of your life.

It’s where childhood wonder meets adult freedom.
Where nature steals your breath.
Where the thrill of the unusual becomes your comfort zone.

It’s the kind of place people book once.
And think about forever.

Practical Info (for the ones who need to know before they go)

• 📍 Location
  Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica – perched in the rainforest canopy with panoramic ocean views.

• 💵 Price Range
  Typically $350–$500 per night, depending on season.

• ✈️ Getting There
  Fly into San José (SJO), then drive ~2.5 hours or take a short domestic flight to Quepos. Taxis and shuttles available.

• 🌿 Activities Nearby
  • Manuel Antonio National Park
  • Hidden beaches with turquoise water
  • Ziplining through the jungle
  • Surfing, wildlife tours, hanging bridges
  • Sunset catamaran cruises

• 🛌 Other Wild Stays in the Area
  • Treehouse-style eco-lodges
  • Cliffside villas with glass walls
  • Jungle bungalows surrounded by wildlife

If you’re the kind of traveler who lives for the stories—the kind who prefers what did you do? over where did you stay?—then the 727 Fuselage Home is waiting for you.

And trust us:
When you wake up inside a plane above the trees, you’ll feel exactly what we mean by Lucky Bastard.