The men on Taquille Island wear a pouch in which they carry their coca leafs. The traditional greeting between men is not a handshake, but, rather an exchange of coca leaves. While we were on the island there was a wedding in progress. We saw the groom exchanging coca leaves with the important men of the island. The color of clothing was all black and the entertainment was elaborate. The bride was a considerable distance from the groom and there was a feast of what appeared to be potatoes going on where she was. There were bands in both locations and dancers in the square where the groom was. Fireworks were being set off. It sounded a lot like gunshots and I never saw any colorful display….seemed more like just explosions.
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