The women followed the small group of fellow passengers up along a small dirt path, and into the tiny village. Tall tree's surrounded the buildings and gave partial cover with their huge overhanging leaves. There was maybe thirty to forty wooden huts, homes of the residents from Ilha Azul Lago. Petrol powered generators gave an intermittant flicker in the lighting, this tiny village though was bustling with an energy form of its own. There were a few larger buildings to the left and on the right seemed t...