It All Started Here
One Of The Guides
Our Friends In A Passing Boat
Making His Way Through Shallow Waters
The Waterfall and Swimming Hole
Clyde and Terry
One Of The Guides
Yes Ladies,This Is What We Had To Look At Today
He Didn't Need A Gym To Get Those Muscles
The Welcoming Committee
An Embera Woman
No Bra Is Worn Under The Beaded Top
An Important Female Leader In Embera Drua
Our Host Inside The Hut
Traditional Embera Hut
Serving Up Lunch
A Wash Basin That Sat On The Floor In The Middle Of The Room,
For Our Hands After Lunch
For Our Hands After Lunch
As our canoe made its way up the river, our eyes took in the amazing forest vistas that encircled us. Large green palm leaves hung limp over the water as vines hung down amid the thick brush. We drove by white sandy beaches where birds flocked and hundreds of white butterflies hovered over the jungle landscape. Our eyes stayed open wide as we searched the jungle for creatures, enjoying the cool spray of the water sprinkling our bodies.
As our boat approached the village our ears tuned into the sound of beating drums and flutes, as we were welcomed by a band of six young boys waiting on the shore. An array of tiny thatched huts on stilts filled the landscape with a blanket of white sand below. Smack in the middle of these rustic huts, stood a blue and silver phone booth. The friendly Embera people welcomed us with open arms to the place they call "home sweet home."
We were directed into a large main hut filled with long, wooden couch like seats centered around a wooden vat of water with leaves floating on top. Here one of the Embera men told us about the history of their tribe as well as customs, clothing and how things were made. He spoke only in Spanish and there was a translator, but she was hard to hear from where we were sitting. Next we were served a lunch of fried fish and pantacones (fried plantain chips) on a carved out wooden plate. We soon found out the vat of water and leaves was a wash basin for our greasy hands, which we used for eating.
After lunch we were free to roam around the village and look through their home-made crafts that were for sale. Since the Embera people are not allowed to work in the private sector, making money on tourism is their only means for survival. They are however, allowed to work on farms in exchange for food to feed the village. The villagers were friendly and willing to answer any questions, pose for pictures or show us around their huts. Then they entertained us with some traditional dances and offered tattoos made from vegetable dyes that lasted for ten days. Since we still had time left before departure, we took another dip in the river before climbing back into the canoe for the ride home. None of us realized that getting our temporary tattoos wet would make them disappear, which they did, but at least we took pictures.
Jennifer Showing Embera Kids Pictures Of Themselves From Last Years Visit
Two Room School
All The Modern Conveniences
A Log Ladder
A Baby Being Rocked In A Cradle
It Was A Piece Of Fabric Strung Up
Kids Playing
These Girls Seemed To Be Looking For Ants
Traditional Dancing
More Dancing
No Explanation Needed....Ummm
More Dancing
Jennifer Joined In
She Organized The Group Trip Today
Still More Dancing
Embera Children With Tattoos
The Vegetable Dyes Help Repel Bugs Too
Facial Tattoo
Terry And Sharon's Tattoos
Girls Hangin Out
Embera Eye Candy
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