When we arrived in Peguche by taxi we were helped out of our vehicle by a barechested and extremely painted man in a fedora named Luis who instantly made us feel welcome. He led us into the garden of a local hostel where people were busy digging up vegetables and guinea pigs cooked in the earth with hot stones, while others passed around more of the hot juice/firewater combination in buckets. After a while a brass brand struck up a tune that they played throughout the afternoon, somehow never becoming boring. Soon the women loaded up the food in baskets and put them on their heads and we all paraded our way to the main square with fireworks and men in costumes dancing maniacally. My favorites were Luis; a very small man dressed as a soldier; and the man dressed traditionally as Shrek. We spent a few hours accepting hervido and sharing our beer talking to the very friendly locals, watching the incessant unchoreographed dancing around the mystical food offering as the band, that would have fit in at an Elks' Club in Tallahassee, played the same rollicking tune endlessly. It was my kind of festival.
In the late afternoon we walked out to the local waterfall and had a nice chat with a couple from Quito, Felipe and Ana. It was a wonderful way to spend our last day before leaving for the South.
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