Peru: "The Rise and Fall of the World's Most Unlikely Pub."

I've been nowhere near Peru, but 25 years ago there was a day-long hike up into the High Tatras on the Slovak-Polish border. Roughly halfway through our 15 miles, my friend Jan and I paused for a lunch of bean soup and beer at a cabin perched on a cliff, with a great view of the abyss. Lager never tasted better. Later we passed a young man headed up the mountain, carrying a huge backpack -- more beans and more beer for the people passing through after us.

No cocaine, though.

The Rise and Fall of the World's Most Unlikely Pub, by Lauren Evans (Atlas Obscura)

 ... Imagine, then, the feeling of alighting upon the pub: It’s the end of your third day of hiking. You’ve just passed the Wiñay Wayna ruins, a marvel of Incan stonework featuring still-intact houses, fountains and cascading verandas, upon which a scattering of llamas nip unperturbed at the grass. Below, the Urubamba River cuts a fine line through the towering slopes of the mountains. The air is thicker here than it was yesterday, when you dragged yourself across the 13,800-foot Dead Woman’s Pass. The hard work has been done, and tomorrow, you’ll rise from your tent at 3 a.m. for the final six-kilometer push into Machu Picchu.

You may not have been expecting a beer, but you’re ready for one.

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