Todos Santos: A Drunken Guatemalan Horse Race
International Living recently published my article about a unique Guatemalan horse race with drunken Mayan jockeys. Below is my original submission with many more than the one photo published with the article.
My childhood dream was to explore the world, treading in the footsteps of past explorers while discovering the wonders of its landscapes and people for myself.
After many long stints of traveling and returning to save for my next trip I qualified as an EFL (English as a Foreign Language) teacher and spent over five incredible years teaching in Thailand before hitting Latin American soil.
AWAI travel writing and photography workshops opened doors to an entirely new world and I’m now based in the beautiful colonial city of Antigua in Guatemala living my dream as a travel writer and photographer.
Last year I headed with a friend to the remote village of Todos Santos just over 8000 feet above sea level in the northern Guatemalan highlands.
We went to witness the famous annual festival with inebriated, traditionally clad locals racing horses on All Saints’ Day on November 1. All-male jockeys, hardy residents of Todos Santos, spend a sleepless night beforehand ritualistically drinking themselves into an alcohol-induced stupor.
The following morning, families dress riders in the unique traditional uniform worn every day by male villagers, tough red and white striped pants with thick blue and white striped shirts trimmed with embroidered collar and cuffs.
For the race, they wear a ceremonial red sash and their everyday straw hat brims with streaming feathers and multi-colored ribbons symbolizing the sacred quetzal bird.
Helped onto the back of a horse, rented especially for the day, these inebriated jockeys set off unsteadily in a muddle of flying legs and flailing arms, whooping and singing loudly, pounding point to point along a short dirt track in the cold mist and drizzle.
With no official start or finish, riders stop briefly at each end of the track to snatch another mouthful of booze before wildly dashing back in a tattered group, hooves throwing clods of dirt in the faces of onlookers.
Some tumble in the mud but are quickly dragged out of the path of oncoming steaming, rain-soaked steeds by helpers along the track. The chaos continues for seven hours, stopping only for lunch, participants joining and leaving (usually when they’re too drunk to stay on the horse) the event as they wish.
Spectators are mainly colorfully clad locals from Todos Santos and surrounding settlements with a handful of outsiders. Crowding against the wooden railings or scrambling up a steep grassy incline for a birds-eye view, neither cheering nor clapping, each village’s distinctive costume clashes against its neighbor.
Like no other horse race I’ve seen, Skach Koyl as it’s called in mam the local Mayan language, is more a rite of passage than a competition as there’s no winner. Its roots are vague but most agree it began around the time of the Spanish conquest when the Spaniards introduced horses to the region.
Mayan tradition expects village men to participate four times in a lifetime. The final year on the last mad dash along the track the jockey brandishes a live chicken triumphantly as he rides. Later that night he eats the entire bird alone to signify the end of his obligation.
The festival continues as families pay their respects to departed loved ones, praying and decorating tombs with gaudy garlands. The merry dance, beer in hand, in the grave choked hillside cemetery alongside marimba playing musicians.
The intrigue of new people and places, customs, foods and festivals not only quenches my lust for travel and adventure but provides an income too. Trips like these can pay for themselves with a little effort in the field to take photos and gather fodder for articles. But when you’re living your dream, doing what you love, you can hardly call it work!
Stunning photos! And what an incredible festival!
March 28, 2012 at 11:25 am
Thanks Jennifer! It’s very colorful and unique that’s for sure!
March 28, 2012 at 11:59 am
Now that’s what I call “completamente loco”! Nobody could have been more terrified than those live chickens – it’s amazing that the race lasts for a full seven hours!
March 28, 2012 at 12:00 pm
Definitely loco!!! Don’t think animal rights activists would be impressed but I was there to document the festival not try and change their traditions. I’m sure no-one stays on long enough to ride for seven hours but there are participants and spectators the whole time, rain or shine!
March 28, 2012 at 12:03 pm
Wow Lucy! These photos are amazing! How cool to experience this event! I also am amazed at how well you captured the moving, racing horses! Only a true photographer can get that. Another beautiful post as always. I’m sure you enjoyed it too since you love horses so much. N
March 28, 2012 at 12:24 pm
Thanks so much Nicole! It was fascinating, strange, damp and cold. I think my hotel room was colder than outside! I didn’t stop taking photos the whole time though!
March 28, 2012 at 4:48 pm
Lucy.. great pics!! 🙂
April 15, 2012 at 9:30 am
April 15, 2012 at 12:35 pm
Looks like fun! Love their outfits!
April 20, 2012 at 5:14 pm
It was definitely colorful and pretty wild! These were their everyday clothes!
April 20, 2012 at 8:58 pm
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