Balsaria

I love indigenous festivals. Being there I can wonder at the people celebrating and the traditions that may be centuries old. People are proud and loud. They're having fun, doing their thing, welcoming me in to see. 

Seriously, time to fight.

Balsaria is a traditional festival for the Ngäbe indigenous people. The term Balsaria comes from the word for the balsa tree. Large sticks made from balsa wood are used to fight, turns taken throwing at the legs of another man. The two fighters will face each other, dancing around to gain the best shot at avoiding or throwing. Traditionally the fights occur between representatives from community groups and the prize... get this... is the other man's woman. That's right, they fight for wives. 

The battlefield

The scene for Balsaria looks like this: a large field filled with people standing around individual fights. The perimeter of the field is women serving soup and the beloved liquid courage, fermented corn beverage chicha. Spontaneous refereed fist fights break out among the most drunk men. Men wear naguas, the traditional dress for women, along with hats decorated with feathers and colorful fabric, and dead stuffed animals slung on their backs. There is a noise being constantly emitted that can be heard a mile away, like something from a World Cup soccer match. Cow horns, turtle shells, and shells from the beach are blows to make the ruckus. 

             

     I found this hipster with fake glasses

Just a jaguar, no big deal

Making some noise

Being thrown at

Throwing the balsa stick. Note man in dress with dead animal on back.

Life can be rough for Ngäbes here in the mountains. It's either scalding hot or pouring down rain. Sometimes you cow falls into a hole and your crops won't grow. Well, this is the once a year celebration to proudly be a Ngäbe - a true man - who can carry twice what you can, up hill, for twice as long. And he'll beat you up to prove it.

Look at more photos here.

Solar Pump Aqueduct Project

You know those TV commercials where they use a innocent, poor, adorable child to pull at your heart strings and donate to a cause? This blog post will be one of those... 

Sergio, fill my water buckets? 

My friend and fellow Peace Corps volunteer Serigo lives in a community named Guyabo far north in the province of Cocle. The people who live there are not indigenous (they don't wear traditional dresses or speak anything but Spanish) but are considered camposinos which means, literally, country people. To arrive in Guyabo, you must ride in the back of a truck from town for around an hour. When the truck lets you off, walk down the muddiest road you have ever seen for just over another hour. If live wasn't hard enough for the people of this community, every day everyone must collect water from one bored well in town. Collecting water mean tossing a bucket with a rope down a 50 foot shaft, letting it fill, then pulling it up by hand. Or... sending your cute-as-button daughter on a horse with buckets to the well and waiting until the she calls from atop the horse to coax the Peace Corps volunteer in town to fill them for you. But there must be a better way! 

Sergio, walking home in the mud.

Sergio and his community have a dream to build a water distribution system in the community. Using a pump powered by solar panels, the water would fill a tank located above the community. From there, a distribution system will deliver water to every house in the community. Imagine, running water in your house for the first time in your life. 

The existing well

Sergio designed the system, the solar panels and pump are in place, the community is poised to do the labor, but the funding for the materials for the tank and the distribution system are still needed. Would you consider partnering with Sergio and Guyabo to realize this project? You can click below to find out more and to donate. 

Solar Well Pump Aqueduct

Thanks!

Sergio and I have been kickin' it since the beginning!

Revolution

The Guna Yala is an indigenous comarca (reservation) on the north eastern coast of Panama. The Guna people have a fascinating history, including one of the only successful revolutions by indigenous people from invading colonizers. They are a fiercely proud people, though small in stature. Their societal organization is impressive and their location unmatched on scattered islands in the crystal blue water of the Caribbean. They keep their comarca fairly restricted to outsiders, the only Panamanian institutions are schools and hospitals. 

In February, a group of volunteers and I hiked and joined the celebration that marked the revolution of the Guna people. The trip started with a two-day hike though the dense jungle and across the mountain range that protects the Caribbean Ocean. 

It was a dirty, bloody battle of a hike but when we arrived at the Caribbean at dusk of the second day a glorious feeling swept over all of us.

We took a boat to the island capital and slept. The celebration included a dramatization of the revolution itself, a parade, and a chicha-drinking-dance party.  Everyone wore red. The Guna people use the swastika as their symbol (not just a Nazi emblem). 








My very brave friend Sarah (right) joined us from the US for a cannonball jump into not only Guna culture, but Peace Corps life as well. 

The tradition of drinking fermented coffee and cacao chicha commenced in one large hut. Men danced and yelled in rows of six before being handed bowls of chicha to drink. The women, in more free form style, danced and smoked cigarettes and took shots of chicha. It was impolite to refuse or share a beverage that was offered to you, so of course we were obliged to partake... 

This was one of my favorite and most memorable experiences here in Panama. For all of my photos from the trip, click here.