Learning the Basics – San Blas, Panama
Learning the Basics
San Blas, Panama
|Me and my new friends|
I motored up to the island of Mamitupu and entered a storybook: hundreds of thatch-roofed huts with bamboo walls and smoky puffs billowing out from all of the little straw cracks. A foggy haze suspended over the village. Narrow waterways spilled into the community making for Venice-like passages. Giant palm trees sprung up from the middle of the island like flagpoles. On the shores, little naked boys played in the sand with a beat up soccer ball. Drifting off the coast of the village were Kuna boaters going out and coming in. The Kuna people seem to have this innate navigational ability – this instinct that allows them to get from one place to another using only nature’s cues.
I didn’t know what to expect. How was I going to interact with these people? How was I going to communicate with these people? How were these people going to react to me? These were my personal inhibitions.
They’ve survived for nearly 500 years. They have this rich history of struggle and defense; of resistance and perseverance; of fighting off people much bigger, stronger and more militarily advanced. However, once you arrive and look into their eyes, you can see what has helped them survive for so long. You can literally see the love, the respect and the generosity. You can see on their faces that what little they have is yours to borrow. They have so much pride in themselves – their survival and joy in their existence is what makes them unique.
Within minutes of my arrival to the village, I met Jonathan, a 10 year-old boy with this tiny inquisitive face as if it was wondering “what are you doing here?” and “where did you come from?” He wore a blue mesh tank top. Oddly enough, he liked me – introducing me to many of his friends and then his pet turtle who didn’t have a name. His family home was bare: dirt floor, hammock, mortar and pestle and make-shift stove. I snapped this photo of him smiling, after he told me I had big hands – in the background you can see a traditionally clad Kuna woman alongside a young albino boy (in Kuna culture, albinos are known to be legendary descendants from the moon and thus they are worshipped). The people are just beautiful.
|Little boy in village|
The Kuna tribe is famous for its intricate sewing work called ‘molas.’ The work is world-renowned and you can see the Indian women sitting out in the harsh afternoon sun stitching away: the afternoon is when the sun provides the most light for their delicate craft. The work is so intense and detailed that many Kuna women lose eyesight at middle age because of the strain. However, they wear their work proudly like a king wears his crown. I snapped a candid photo of a Kuna lady by her home.
As time went on, my friends grew, all of whom seemed to be enamored with my camera. These were such happy people and as clichÃ© as it sounds it is true – with so little, they seemed to have so much. There was the village store, where coconuts (the island’s currency) could be used to purchase oil and other ingredients. The people were so simple and trouble-free.
|The closest my photography will ever come to National Geographic|
This was a totally different world and it opened up my eyes to a lot of things. Whether we admit it or not we live in a material world. We work to earn money so that we can buy things that make us happy – like nice cars and big houses. The Kunas don’t live that way. They live with nothing and they are so proud of it. It seemed ironic and sort of counter-intuitive that a culture so seemingly less developed and less advanced than mine could impose so much upon me. I was learning life lessons from old men who walk in puddles barefoot. I left the San Blas islands with a new glimpse at things. A new perspective maybe. The things I loved, like my new laptop and my precious iPod seemed sadly and oddly irrelevant. Waking up by the sea under a giant palm canopy had conquered me. It made me never want to live for my paycheck, to work so that I can buy that new house or that fancy car. I have seen how happy I can be, as the Kunas are, with only the basics of family and good values. They were proud of themselves. And now, I jealously know why.
For more information on Panama, check out the author’s website at The Panama Report.