Livingston, jewel of the Atlantic

Guatemala is an ethnic mosaic. In the north the earth exhales humid, salty air which makes your legs feel like lobster getting boiled for supper. The Garinagus don't seem to mind- they are used to the heat in Livingston, a small town bordered by the Atlantic.
I spent about 5 days following a photographer from Prensa Libre, Guatemala's most respected newspaper, on an assignment to capture the daily life of Gariganu people (or Garifuna- a mistake often made by touristic guides. Garifuna is the language, Gariganu the people.)
They are descendants of African slaves who wanted to escape their fate of encaged servants.
I wanted to know how the press works here. My maestro, Emerson, explained that Guatemala's school of journalism is influenced by marxism, with a socialist orientation.
As a photojournalist, he feels he should be 'the voice of those who don't have voice'. A journalist that doesn't develop general culture, that doesn't know the problems of his country and of the world in general isn't a good journalist. The truth isn't enough, he explained.
During those days, I learned the patience required to penetrate a cultural community. After two unsuccesful days (Garinagu are so secretive) we met Wamada who was washing himself in the ocean with Maracacao leaves. He agreed to be our guide and led us into the heart of the community: the soul of the people... (click for pictures)