{"id":1785,"date":"2025-02-08T23:06:20","date_gmt":"2025-02-08T23:06:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/?p=1785"},"modified":"2026-06-08T20:07:13","modified_gmt":"2026-06-08T20:07:13","slug":"a-day-with-the-embera","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/a-day-with-the-embera\/","title":{"rendered":"A Day with the Embera"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-post\" data-elementor-id=\"1785\" class=\"elementor elementor-1785\" data-elementor-post-type=\"post\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-82fd9ae e-flex e-con-boxed e-con e-parent\" data-id=\"82fd9ae\" data-element_type=\"container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"e-con-inner\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-6129a0d elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"6129a0d\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p class=\"p1\">Olmedo poled our <i>piragua <\/i>(dugout canoe) to the shoreline on Panama&#8217;s Upper Chagres River. With a muted plastic clatter from his beaded blue and yellow <i>ambura<\/i> skirt, my Embera guide leapt lightly off the prow and scampered into the jungle.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">I scrambled to follow him up a narrow dirt path along a small, clear stream. Olmedo moved fast, especially for someone warning no shoes, but luckily he would pause occasionally to indicate something interesting with his bare big toe: a polka-dotted mushroom, or a tiny tree frog that jumped when nudged.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">When he came to a little red snake, however, Olmedo kept his foot a respectful distance away and merely pointed with his toe.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\"> I decided to give the snake a wide berth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">Olmedo and I stopped by a rock pool to wait for the others from our canoe to catch up. Fish darted around the water. I pointed to one with blue stripes. &#8220;Tilapia,&#8221; Olmedo said. &#8220;Good to eat,&#8221; he continued in Spanish. <span style=\"color: var( --e-global-color-text ); font-family: var( --e-global-typography-text-font-family ), Sans-serif; font-size: var( --e-global-typography-text-font-size ); font-style: var( --e-global-typography-text-font-style ); font-weight: var( --e-global-typography-text-font-weight ); letter-spacing: var( --e-global-typography-text-letter-spacing ); text-transform: var( --e-global-typography-text-text-transform ); word-spacing: var( --e-global-typography-text-word-spacing ); text-align: var(--text-align); background-color: var( --e-global-color-a983356 );\">It was the longest sentence he&#8217;d said all day. Encouraged, I pointed to another fish, silvery and narrow.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">&#8220;I don&#8217;t know the name in Spanish,&#8221; he said finally. Then, after a pause, &#8220;Also good to eat.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">The trail ended at a gorgeous waterfall and swimming hole. The 20-minute hike was easy, but the rainforest humidity left me soaked in sweat. Thankfully, when we returned to our <i>piragua,<\/i> our guide from Gamboa Tours (www.gamboatours.com; $99 for this eight-hour trip), Oscar Maxwell, shared some cans of Panama beer he&#8217;d packed.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">We continued along the Rio Chagres. Olmedo stood at the prow, signaling which way to steer to the Embera manning the outboard motor and poling us through the shallows.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">We were flanked by high walls of jungle, which fluttered with butterflies and teemed with unseen but noisy wildlife. Occasionally, we scared up a blue heron or a brightly colored kingfisher. Once, we passed an alligator sunning itself on the banks.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">When we arrived at the grassy embankment at Tusipono, Olmedo&#8217;s village, a group of bare-chested women in bright skirts walked down the lawn to meet our canoe. Laughing children and several chestnut-skinned men clad only in <i>juayuco<\/i> (loincloths) trailed behind, including the chief, Antonio.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">&#8220;In ancient times,&#8221; said Antonio in Spanish, &#8220;We Embera all had animal names.&#8221; I asked him when they had given up the practice. &#8220;Ancient times,&#8221; he repeated. I asked if his father had one. &#8220;No. He was Antonio,&#8221; said Antonio. How about his grandfather, did he have an animal name? &#8220;Yes,&#8221; Antonio said, but he wouldn&#8217;t tell me what it was.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">We clambered up the notched ladder-log into a thatched hut on stilts\u2014being six feet off the ground helps protect against grass insects, rainy season flooding, rodents, and jaguars. A young woman with a shy smile and a glorious beaded chest plate served us fried tilapia and <i>patacones<\/i> (fried plantains) on banana leaves.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">While we ate, Antonio explained the traditional men&#8217;s tasks: fishing, of course, but also carving\u2014wood from the <i>coco bolo <\/i>tree, richly veined in yellow, red, and black; and <i>tagua <\/i>pine nuts nicknamed &#8220;vegetable ivory.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">Guillermina, a formidable older Embera woman, expounded upon women&#8217;s duties, which included dying strips of <i>chauga <\/i>palm fronds red, green, black, and white, then spending months making them into baskets so tightly woven they can hold water. Women also used to weave their <i>uhua<\/i> skirts and men&#8217;s <i>juayco<\/i> from palm fibers, but now they use cheap printed fabrics from Southeast Asia bought in the city.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">Later, in a communal hut where we visitors got traditional temporary tattoos in a blue-black ink made from <i>jagua<\/i> fruit, a band of flutes and turtle-shell drums started a jungle beat while the village women giggled their way through the hammock dance and the white-faced monkey dance. We tourists were invited to join in for the Embera Rhumba, which consisted of standing next to an Embera partner, holding hands, and shuffling in a circle.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">While our little tour group browsed the baskets and carvings for sale, I sought out Antonio to ask (politely) how he felt about his people becoming tourist attractions.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">&#8220;In ancient times,&#8221; he said, meaning 40 to 50 years ago, &#8220;My people moved here from Dari\u00e9n,&#8221; referring to the dense jungle along the Panama\/Colombia border. I asked why they moved, and he said, &#8220;The Green Embera came one day with guns and told us we had to leave.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">To Antonio, everyone who lives in the jungle is &#8220;Embera,&#8221; even if they wear green fatigues, carry automatic weapons, and are guerilla fighters, drug cartel enforcers, or any of the other heavily armed bandits that infest the Dari\u00e9n.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">When his people arrived here, according to Antonio, they were told that the Chagres was a national park and it was illegal for them to hunt. So they (gradually) put aside their blowguns and poison-tipped arrows and began growing rice, plantains, and vegetables for food and to sell in the markets.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">Then, in the 1980s, the government told them that, since this was a park, the officials needed to take a percentage of the agriculture and its revenues.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">&#8220;Now we work with tourists,&#8221; said Antonio, who seemed to think it was as good a job as any, and, as a group career for his little village of 14 families, had one enviable perk.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">&#8220;You come in our canoes, and we are happy to show you our ways of life. That way we survive, and so does our culture,&#8221; said Antonio. &#8220;Too many Indians, they leave to live in the city and be poor,&#8221; he said.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\">&#8220;But now I see our children, they are growing up in the jungle. They learn our traditions from ancient times, and they remember to be Embera.&#8221;<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A day with the indigenous Embera who live along Panama&#8217;s Rio Chagres<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2009,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[95,17],"tags":[12,103,74,77,102],"class_list":["post-1785","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-newspaper","category-travel","tag-article","tag-central-america","tag-indigenous-peoples","tag-north-america","tag-panama"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1785","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1785"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1785\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2355,"href":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1785\/revisions\/2355"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2009"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1785"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1785"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reidsguides.com\/rb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1785"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}