Day of the Whites or Dia de Los Blancos in Pasto, Colombia

Dia de los Blancos en Pasto, Narino, Colombia

Today was the Day of the Whites or Dia de Los Blancos, the culmination of more than a week of festivities on epiphany. Today is the day that three months, thousands of dollars invested in carossas and costumes is put on for show throughout the city. We bought seats (around 50,000 pesos or $25 USD) on Graderia 8, basically a tourist set of bleachers that had bathrooms inside and a beer saleswomen. Seats were saved by bags of chips, cariocas (foam sprayers) and coolers of food. One family rolled in with a case of aguardiente (Colombian liquor) to share with everyone. On another note, our arrivals were at 8am and the offerings of liquor began a reasonable thirty minutes after.

So what do people do when you have three hours from 8 am to wait for a parade to start? You load up on cariocas ($2 USD) to arm the entire family, children and grandmothers included, and as you’re trapped on a set of bleachers you just shoot your neighbors. And you shoot the guy who has to go to the bathroom. And you shoot the family who showed up later than you. It’s trapped madness.

Dia de los Blancos en Pasto, Narino, Colombia

This is technically the tourist stand but also expensive, so these families had unlimited wealth to arm themselves with foam sprayers. People were not above ‘accidentally’ spraying babies. The only person spared was a 90-year-old grandmother. One little three year old boy made the mistake of spraying the front row and was then covered in foam into submission.

Dia de los Blancos en Pasto, Narino, Colombia

The parade started and began with dancers, followed by individual costume submissions (these are like the floats, constructed with carved styrofoam and paper mache) and the carossas or parade floats brought up the rear.

Above are photos of the “loco motor” or one of the floats we saw the crew putting together the day before. There were amazing displays of work and dedication. Thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours in construction in the culmination of one day’s festivities. The parade lasted nearly 4 hours with lots of down time as parades navigated telephone lines (the photo below) and as groups took turns dancing and playing. I was in the bleachers for most of the time but here are the photos below. Note the cumbia group dressed up as the band KISS. Priceless.

In down times people felt the need to start attacking each other with foam again and in addition talcum powder and in some aggressive cases a mixture of both. On another note each float had a theme, ranging from famous Colombian writer Gabriel Garcia Marquez (there was a float named Macondo for him, another to 100 years of solitude), there was a clown float and a “Pacifico float.” They threw out little candies to which adults held out their ponchos like little children. My neighbor alone was so fast I was left with a single cherry hard candy. As the last float came through, people started to disperse and one of our neighbors had her camera stolen sadly.

We tried to head down to Avenida de los Estudiantes to try to see the floats but calle 18 (the route we chose) had descended into a post apocalyptic scene. Gangs roamed the street carrying 15 pound bags of flour and would walk in groups, single members attacking passerby’s and if you retaliated (which of course we did) the rest would come and attack you. I have nearly no photos of this as one “joven” slammed me and my camera in the face with powder. We did win some though . . . though not nearly enough to keep us going past 7pm.

I think my favorite point of the day was when a three year old shot me in the face with foam so I pretended to chase him (just to give him a scare) and every one of his cousins came out and attacked me with powder and foam. Laura, Kristi and Deb ran to the rescue but we were outnumbered 3 to 1 and so we ran away from the 3 year old and his team.


El Festival de Blanco y Negros en Pasto, Colombia or the Black and White festival


The Black and White Festival in the city of Pasto, Narino, Colombia is probably one of the most intriguing events I have ever attended. It has a long history as a series of celebrations from Christmas until epiphany on January 6th. The festivities culminate on the Day of the Blacks on the eve of epiphany followed by the Day of the Whites with a huge parade.

The Day of the Blacks goes back to a proclamation of a “free” day where all slaves where to have a day where they were free to do as they please. I’ve read that because Pasto had such few slaves many painted their face black and that to show approval non-whites painted their face black. It’s an interesting tradition in Colombia that was based in race, but now seems to just be a free for all party where not even your 85-year-old grandmother would be safe.

4-year-olds to grandfathers roam the streets with ‘cariocas’ or foam shooters, talcum powder and a rainbow of different colored paints and they all go wild. You’re not safe inside a building or amongst friends and when we took our photos with police they proceeded to shoot us with foam.DSC00886

Everyone wears a poncho and sunglasses (you simply can’t avoid it) and no one is above being attacked from behind and having a handful of paint slathered all over their faces. Sometimes people face you from in front they gently come up and gesture to you with a finger of paint, though those are the outliers and you view this politeness with suspicion as if at any moment their friends might attack from behind.


So we went out and bought cariocas (foam guns), paint, ponchos and Debra bought motorcycle goggles because the foam and talcum powder burn in your eyes and we headed down to the carossas, or parade floats. There were two near the city center that were preparing for the Whites Day (epiphany and the culmination of the major celebrations) when the parades head down their route and everyone gets covered in talcum powder.

At the workshops we kept waiting for someone to tell us to get out of the way, but they welcomed curiosity as they painted, welded and worked like mad to put together the remaining floats. The tradition in Pasto has been for specific families to sponsor the building of floats, and according to people at both sites the artists are all volunteers from Pasto. It’s amazing to see the styrofoam/cardboard/neon airbrushed pieces that in a matter of hours would constitute a giant float we’ll all get to admire for just a few hours.

After this we headed back, frequently attacked by small children and then taking it out on other small children. 20150105pasto046


We made our way to Plaza Narino where it was truly chaos. The square was white as if in winter from all the powder on the ground. Some politely came up and asked to paint our faces while others just flat out massacred us. My sister was attacked below and I ran but that little kid below caught me anyway.KO6A9035

We had some aguardiente at one of the many little bars that line the street only to be painted on by our neighbors and then offered whisky by Charlie. We were starting to look pretty ridiculous by that point, our ponchos soaked and covered in paint and our faces looked like muddy rainbows. We made our way to the carnival plaza which was the most ridiculous place I’ve ever been. It was a free for all, you were not safe at the bar drinking your beer (which ended up being covered by foam and talcum powder) or in a group of people. Our neighbor repeatedly danced with us, bought us beer and his son surprised attacked us several times over. I switched from my 5D to the Fuji x100 as everyone was getting rowdier and you could see ‘mini wars’ happening all over the plaza. It felt like being a kid again. For a couple of hours we sat and drank beer, were attacked by instigators, attacked them back and occasionally shot someone walking by and repeatedly shot each other on accident. By the end of the night our foam was gone, so we resorted to paint and you know being 5’10” has its’ advantages as you can pretty well smear anyones face from behind.

The culmination of my night was probably taking our sorry selves into a “Mr. Chicken” franchise (think Dennys) completely covered in paint, leaving residue everywhere we walked, and being politely attended to by our waiter as if it were no strange thing to serve four filthy ladies fries and pizza.