Faces of Panama – A Photo Essay

by Nora on January 10, 2014

  

While house-sitting in Panama for almost two months, I came to see a side of the place that I may not have discovered if I was there on my own. In traveling with my partner (who looks more like a local than a gringo – and has inspired a post about travel as an interracial couple, coming soon), I was welcomed into a very local side of the small village of Veracruz, which gets its roots from fishing.

 

You’ll see that most of these pictures are of men. This is because of how and where we were initially welcomed into the area. Had I stayed longer, I’d have met many more women who might not have been as camera shy.

 

Anthony Bourdain once said of traveling the world: “Drink heavily with the locals wherever you go”. I’m not a drinker, but I did my best to nurse a few beers and discover if there was truth behind this idea.

He was right.

Here’s what happened:

This is the kind owner of a local bar – a man who we came to call “Papi” for his fatherly demeanour. We were driving by his bar shortly after arriving, just exploring the area, when he came out and waved us in. He was instrumental in making us feel comfortable, and protecting me from anybody who might try to hassle me.

During subsequent visits, he fed us many times, we were invited into his home, we met all his family, and he told his life story. You might not know it to look at him, but Papi – like many Panamanians that defy first impressions – is quite well off, owning multiple homes, large plots of land, and businesses.

 

One of Papi’s sons with his wife and adorable child.

 

 

This is a group of fishermen who we met next to Papi’s bar, which is at the hub of the town’s plentiful fishing activities. I wasn’t there on this particular outing, but I’m told while all the women were upstairs cooking on this Sunday afternoon, they boys did what boys do.

 

 

 

Ricardo, as soon as he met me, took off the necklace he was wearing – a traditional Panamanian flute/whistle – and gave it to me. “Hermana” he said (meaning sister), when he refused the money I tried to give him as thanks.

 

When Ricardo’s friend saw me taking pictures of the plentiful pelicans on the beach, he wrangled one for me to get a closer look at it. The pelican was none too thrilled with the exercise, so I got a few shots and encouraged them to let it go.

 

What I didn’t realize until a few minutes later was that they actually tag the pelicans to track their patterns. After our little photo shoot, they gently tagged and released it.

 

This guy was a little over-enthusiastic about everything, but his intentions were good….

 

 

This man seemed a little strange at first, sitting in the corner and not talking to anybody. One day we were invited to plug in our iPhone and play some of our music. (Teaching Latin Americans how to dance to reggae was very amusing).

As soon as Adele came on, this guy came to life, jumped up, and started dancing like he was at a rave. After coming together through music, if we ever ran into him at Papi’s bar, he regularly bought us drinks and ended up being a good conversation partner, and a very kind gentle soul.

 

This guy was enthusiastic to have a picture with me; he was very careful not to actually touch me with his hands (I took this as good manners); but the hand coming out from under my arm pit was a bit strange (ha ha).

 

 

During one of Panama’s typical downpours, this family who owns a shop selling langoustinos (which are like giant prawns) scrambled to save their stock as the water rushed into their home and business. They lost it all that day, but they never seemed to lose their smiles.

 

As I wrap up my house-sitting gig in Panama, I’m thankful for seeing these many sides – and faces – of Panama.

 

 

{ 15 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Anna January 10, 2014 at 1:36 pm

When I saw the words ‘faces’ and ‘photo essay,’ I wasnt sure I was going to even click on the link. Portraits are not my cup of tea, save for the works of one particular Russian contemporary artist. Photo portraits? That would be a never.

But I clicked out of loyalty? to your blog and MAN did you blow my mind. Not with the photos but your words, the commentary. You give such a wonderful context for every shot. And the images really made me look at myself differently: here are the locals that I, as a true [white, female, middle class] colonialist, would love to observe but would probably be too afraid to have a drink with, prejudiced to the core, even though throwing back beers at dive bars is one of the things I do best.

Thank you for opening up my eyes and my mind with your experiences.

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2 theprofessionalhobo January 11, 2014 at 1:17 pm

Wow – thank you so much Anna for the kind words, and I’m glad it gave you pause for reflection as well. All good!

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3 Patch January 10, 2014 at 9:12 pm

I’ve always had a yearning for South America and this post gives me a good glimpse.

Thanks very much for this 🙂

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4 theprofessionalhobo January 11, 2014 at 1:17 pm

Thank you – and you’re welcome, Patch!

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5 John Williams January 11, 2014 at 6:42 am

Anna sums up exactly how I feel about your post Nora. I would love to know more of your views on why you did not meet many women in Panama.

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6 theprofessionalhobo January 11, 2014 at 1:20 pm

Hi John,
As with many cultures, women tend to keep to themselves, and are rarely out at bars. I wasn’t in Panama long enough to be invited into any homes, which would have been my chance to hang out with them.
There are many native women in the area where I’ve been staying, and their garb is gorgeous. But I was too timid to approach these strangers to ask for photos. Again – much easier when you break bread (or rather, beer) together!

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7 Emily January 11, 2014 at 5:35 pm

I love seeing the character in everyone’s faces – great shots!

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8 theprofessionalhobo January 12, 2014 at 12:13 pm

Thanks, Emily! These were all taken with an iPhone – thus the quality isn’t nearly as good as with another camera, but it’s so much easier to get candid shots with a phone than with a big camera, which tends to make people feel shy.

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9 whywasteannualleave January 12, 2014 at 2:16 pm

This is fascinating – I love the story behind each face. Great post.

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10 theprofessionalhobo January 13, 2014 at 8:34 am

Thank you!
PS – I like your website name! 😉

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11 whywasteannualleave January 13, 2014 at 9:03 am

Thanks! I try and squeeze the most out of my leave when I’m not working so the name just kind of arose from that! 🙂

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12 Deia @ Nomad Wallet January 12, 2014 at 8:28 pm

Seems like you met quite a few interesting characters there! I did notice the hand underneath the armpit and wondered about that, too. 😀

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13 theprofessionalhobo January 13, 2014 at 8:35 am

Deia – ha ha! He was enthusiastic, if nothing else! 😉

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14 Lynne @curvyroads January 15, 2014 at 6:32 pm

Nora, i love the photo essay! The people of Panama seem warm and friendly and welcoming…so glad you got to experience this side of the people.

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15 theprofessionalhobo January 16, 2014 at 1:30 pm

Thank you, Lynne!

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