I am not a big fish fry kind of person. Much to the chagrin of every Bengali. But the ones the Emberas made reminded me of the fish fry my mom used to make. It just tasted very different. We were complementing on that. We were surprised to find out that it was the common tilapia from Chagres river. The tour guide explained that the difference in the taste is because it is absolutely fresh from the river and not farm grown.

All this time we were in the main covered area with festivities, two matriarchs were busy preparing our lunch. There were two large fire pits (you can see one of them). On the menu is fish fry, plantain fry and lots of fruits. They are served separately wrapped in a leaf packet tied together with small twigs.

During the audience participation portion, one tiny tot walked up to us and asked this elderly gentleman for a dance. Who was a brilliant sport and happily obliged. The did the full dance together. There was a sense of pure happiness that overcame me watching these two.

The Embera men and women came and each called one person from the audience to dance with them. Sharmila was in full flow!!

Note the toddler on the table. His dad was playing the flute and gave him a couple of maracas. The young kid kept swaying with the music and gave it a crack with the maracas. It was blissful to watch him.

They were all dressed up in bright clothes. They were playing around on a Saturday morning. There was no way of conversing with them. They knew only Embera language.