“Carlos loves the rainforest. It is under his skin. He speaks several languages, has a degree in psychology, but the rainforest is where he likes to be. He calls out to birds and animals on our daily jungle treks. He leads with his machete, cutting trails where there weren't any. He slashes water vines when we are thirsty.He makes it all look easy, but I know the jungle is not always kind. It can't afford to be. It has too much to protect, too much responsibility. Who else will look after the world's oxygen and regulate its global weather?
Carlos is a wealth of knowledge. His grandparents lived on the Purus River, another Amazon tributary, and he spent time with them as a kid. When the river came up during the flood season, the water would reach almost to the door of their house. A floating platform adjacent to the house kept the chickens, goats, and pigs from drowning. But every year anacondas would rediscover it and swim up looking for dinner. To protect his animals, Carlos' grandfather would wake himself in the middle of the night and go out in his canoe with a flashlight and machete..."
Carlos from the Amazon to the world: