As the morning dawned we were anchored blissfully just off shore in the Panamanian province of Darien. The beach was a long unbroken stretch of brown sand with some thatched roofs visible amid the coconut palms.
The beach was broad and shallow so it was a true wet landing from our zodiacs. The sand was soft and oozy, but as we struggled ashore we were met by smiling inhabitants of all sizes.
In the shade of a small shelter musicians were playing
After the initial welcome we split into groups and toured the village. Houses were generally raised on stilts and open to the air on the side away from the beach. This spot is only accessible by boat or long hikes on jungle trails. We were told that our boat was the only tourist ship that visits regularly. There are no phones, no electricity, no TV's. It is a simple life on the land culture and the land is plentiful. Coconuts and fruit are ubiquitous. There is some hunting and some cultivation of sugar cane and vegetables. Flowers grow in wild profusion.
We re-assembled in a large open sided thatched roof assembly area for more music and dancing. That was followed by displays of the native crafts, which were available for purchase.
Later in the afternoon the ship's crew had a soccer match with the village men.
The village chief, pictured below, was a happy and communicative man who spoke good Spanish in addition to the native tongue.
But you do have to wonder how long this "seemingly" idyllic and simple existence will last.
There is a government school in the village and . . .
this young future chief may not be as willing to stay at home. 
I leave you to ponder that along with this fellow.
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