As we sit nearby talking to villagers, a boy chases a balding puppy into the large shed. Inside, the stench of urine lingers. Two dozen families sleep here, their belongings piled on the dirt floor or roped to wooden rafters. There are 3-inch gaps in its corrugated tin walls. The firewood pile is low.
Women begin stroking the fire in an open-air kitchen.
The people of X'oyep have no meat or vegetables. But today, there are eggs, beans and strong coffee - a feast for the strangers with the clicking cameras before we head back. They'll protect you.