Early in 2007, keen to travel after university, I was stumbling around on the internet when I came across Los Cedros Biological Reserve, high in the cloud forests of northern Ecuador. The website appeared to have been cobbled together in an afternoon. They were looking for little more than a willingness to work and, on impulse, I sent an email. A few weeks later I found myself on a mule, trekking six hours up into the forest where I would spend the next two months under the tutelage of the magnificent Josef DeCoux.
Josef had drifted south from the US in the eighties and wound up in these woods. ...
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