Depending on your perspective, New Year’s Eve celebrations in Panama are either loathsome or lovable.
I take the latter point of view, despite the very real perils of the holiday for relative newbies to the country.
Case In Point, Dec. 31, 2014
It was our first New Year’s Eve in Panama, and we wanted to make it a memorable one. We had hoped for a show, and we were not disappointed. After a day at the beach and a nice dinner, we wandered into the main town square a few minutes before midnight, parked ourselves on a park bench, and waited for a countdown.
Where did I think I was? Times Square? The countdown never came. But just before midnight, a couple of elaborate floats drifted into view blaring salsa music and bearing lovely young ladies in skimpy outfits waving enthusiastically and swinging their hips to the beat.
Before we even had a chance to admire their skill and rhythm, men on both sides of us were lighting bricks of firecrackers the size of bread loaves and tossing them to the ground all around us. Others had rockets, lighting them as fast as they could.
Within minutes, the square looked like something out of a firefight from the film “Apocalypse Now.” And this went on for an hour…
Even more astounding was that people—mainly teens and young men—were running toward this mayhem instead of away from it. They were darting in and out of the chaos with glee, seemingly oblivious to the burning embers floating everywhere and smoke so thick that some of the young ladies on the floats were holding handkerchiefs over their face.
Once we got over the shock of the initial assault on our senses, it was good fun. The experience left us all with a slight ringing in our ears that lasted for hours afterward, but it was enjoyable nonetheless.
The New Year’s Effigies
Fireworks on New Year’s Eve is not an exclusively Panamanian phenomenon (one encounters it almost everywhere in Latin America), but there is another tradition here that seems to be unique. As I drove around the Veraguas province where we live recently, I noticed more and more life-sized effigies popping up in front of people’s houses.
These are scarecrow-like creations, often with the same straw hats worn by campesinos and tattered old blue jeans and shirts stuffed with leaves or grass. The heads are often of papier-mâché and hand-painted. Sometimes they crudely resemble public figures or celebrities.
These dummies are called muñecos, and they begin to appear in rural areas of western Panama in late December. I haven’t been able to figure out how and why the tradition evolved (if you have any clues, please let me know), but the practice is something akin to good-luck rituals like kissing your mate at midnight or eating black-eyed peas early on New Year’s Day (which we do back in Texas).
To bury any bad memories from the previous year, rural Panamanians make a muñeco that reminds them of those memories and then proceed to burn the doll at the stroke of midnight (more mischievous folks stuff them full of fireworks and blow them to smithereens before burning the remains) in order to start the new year off on the right foot.
The most amusing muñecos are crafted to look like particularly reviled public figures—politicians… aggressive local police officers… hated sports figures… even ex-husbands or ex-wives. Particularly elaborate ones often feature props or hand-written speech bubbles giving clues to the muñeco’s identity.
The same public figures ridiculed by these muñecos seem to take it all in good stride. I’ve heard that local politicians in Chame even give out awards to the best muñecos each year. As a result, the tradition there has become something of an arms race.
Reports in the Panamanian press that I was able to suss out online say that some people spend as much as US$500 on their muñeco in a quest to win the coveted annual prize. Some even hire ringers to make professional-grade faces for their muñecos that are often a pretty good representation of the person being roasted.
This year our muñeco will not take on a human form but that of a well-known virus. At the stroke of midnight, we will open our front door to let out 2020 and welcome in 2021 as our COVID-19 embers burn.
Happy New Year!