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Carlos woke me at dawn. I had agreed to join him and his Green Corps in investigating an illegal timber cut, and we had to hit the road early. The Ecuadoran government had asked the Corps to inspect the suspected logging site - the first time the corrupt forestry department had made such a request. So after a quick breakfast, Carlos and I hiked to Santa Rosa, the nearest tiny village. Three sat hunched in front, laughing and talking.