We emerged from the jungle into the late afternoon light, air made hazy by the woodsmoke hanging on the humidity. The birds were beginning to stir as the day cooled slightly. Our first view of Manco Capac upon our return was from across the village soccer field.
Next to the sidewalk that divided the village down the center two small boys worked at shelling some beans on a tarp on the ground.
The villagers were nearly all sitting out on the front stoops of their houses. They sneaked curious glances at us as we passed--the kids being less shy about staring. A friendly "¡Buenas tardes!" spoken to the villagers always garnered a happy "¡Buenas!" in return.
After our long walks on two consecutive days, sitting down in the shade to drink a cold one felt like some kind of salvation. The bar owner smiled at me when I told him "¡Muchas gracias, señor! Este es una cerveza del cielo!" Thank you sir. This is a beer from heaven!