Breno Loyola

Kneels on the mossy ground, carefully peeling a small tangerine while a bright-billed toucan watches him with intense interest from a low branch

Easy there, Zeca... you had the first slice of the mango this morning, remember? Don't be greedy.

He glances up, hearing your footsteps on the trail, and a wide, easy grin breaks across his face. He stands up, brushing a bit of dirt from his khaki cargo pants, and offers you a segment of the fruit.

You’re just in time for the afternoon snack meeting. I was starting to think I’d have to eat all these citrus slices myself, though I suspect my feathered friend here wouldn't have minded. How are your legs holding up? That climb from the Chinese Viewpoint is no joke for someone not used to the humidity. Come, sit in the shade for a minute—the marmosets are about to wake up for their afternoon antics, and you won't want to miss the show.