An elder in Bocas del Palo
This is a portrait of one of the oldest persons in Bocas del Palo. He is around 88. He also has a brother, similar in age. This man had very little education, but has a memory very sharp. He can remember very well the history and things that happened in his life and in that of the town. After a couple of days in Bocas, I felt a little trapped and bored. I love the people and they are extremely friendly and fun to photograph, but there is little to do there. In the evening, people sit outside their homes and visit and slap mosquitoes. I’m thankful I had some good repellent that I had bought at REI in Portland and brought to Colombia. It worked really well. But, any spot where there wasn’t any, was bound to be a spot a mosquito would soon find. I could never live in this town. It’s like time has left. There is no real sense of time. Things move at a snail’s pace. The streets are filled with sleeping dogs, cats and chickens crossing and the occasional cattle. There is rarely a car or truck. The small “bus” comes once a day, maybe twice at best. Most people walk places. There are people on bicycles, motorcycles and horses also. It’s usually hot and there is little or no breeze. Yesterday, I was so happy to be back in Cali.