When we have again come back home, we at once have plunged into the work on a new album. All our business meetings have been scheduled for months forward, and we have decided to finish the album first of all, and then to go on tour. Jackson 5 have recorded" Dancing machine ", one more hit of the group in charts. Due to our fans each our album became a hit.

   We as always assiduously worked, and boys have developed new dances for songs from a new album. We received huge amount of invitations from Panama and when we were invited by the familiar producer, I have agreed.

   Our arrival in Panama was not different from the others - the same solemn reception, as in other countries has been rendered to us. At the airport there was an exulting crowd with photos and banners, and fans were running to the guys for autographs.

   My sons had rested well, they felt comfortable because they have been well accepted they were glad for them. Their show in this evening was the best of all their performances. Sometimes there are such days.

   We wanted to see the country, and the announcement of the trip to Indians of the tribe Kuna has woken my curiosity. But planes which flied to this tribe, living in jungle, were too small, therefore I have considered, that it is too dangerous to my boys, and have decided to fly there alone together with my friend who accompanied with us on tour.

   When he has seen the plane that had to take us there, he shook his head with concern, but we have collected all our courage and have ascended aboard the small old Piper Cub. On board there were also other passengers who flied to other tribe, and suddenly I with horror have understood, that the pilot comes on landing where there is nothing that looks like an airport. Everything that we saw below - impassable green jungle. " Where is the landing strip? ", I have begun to worry. The pilot has specified a small gleam between trees, about such width as an average back court yard, and believe me or not, but he has confidently landed the plane on this little place.

   Other passengers were met already by some Indians, and they have together disappeared in a wood. Probably, nearby there was a small settlement. While we stood there, my friend has showed me the wings: " Look at that Joe". I have looked, where he showed, and it became terrible to me , because the wing of the plane has been fixed by a wire. Certainly, into my intentions did not enter on it to complain. Eventually, we were in the middle of jungle where it was full of predators, and God sees, I did not want to go further on foot. the pilot in the meantime has again flied up. My friend with fear sat down near me when we have again flied up. I felt bad, when I have imagined, that the plane could get stuck between the trees, their tops were directly under us.

   Some time we flied silently, and finally have seen the landing strip. When we have gone down a bit lower we have noticed below the rests of the broken plane lying in the side. " What is it there, below? ", we have asked our pilot.

   " Oh, it has fallen, and we just can't find time to remove the fragments ", has evasively answered the man.

   Fortunately, the landing passed normally when the plane has gone on decrease, we have seen, that the airport is nearby to the ocean, near to a bay with uncountable small islands. Because our pilot informed on the ground, that we arrived, we were met by the people of Kuna. We have landed on La Comarka de San Blas, archipelago San - Blas, congestion from almost 400 islands, belonging to Kuna.

   My friend and I have seen there tourists from all over the world because near to Kuna huts there was an entertaining center with shops and a night club.

   It was amazing that we were met only by women. They were very small and graceful, many held children on their hands. Smiling, they have surrounded us, and I immediately have felt at them as at home.

   I was very much surprised, how well they talk English in Kuna. They showed us the country and explained everything. And I wondered all the time where were the men.

   For a supper we with the friend have gone to a restaurant. To me they have submitted a fried bird that I have accepted for a pheasant or something in this sort but when I have asked the waitress, she has answered, that it is a parrot.

   Then we have wanted to communicate with Indians who waited outside, and again there were only women. Young girls carried the long black hair dismissed, adult women were with short hair. Many had in gold ring in their noses and the black line was tattooed below . Their clothes were motley and bright, women carried a lot of beads, gold rings and earrings. They have sat down on the ground in a circle, having crossed legs, and have invited us to join.

   I generally have more got used to chairs, but with some efforts I have succeeded to take the same position on the ground.

   They were very affable, have thrown questions about my family at us , and we with pleasure have told everything.

   After a while I have noticed, that men stand up behind huts, and I have told to the mistress of a house, that they could sit down with us. For me was a big surprise to find out, that at Kuna, a tribe where matriarchy dominates, women control everything. They are engaged in trade, choose husbands to themselves, and the inheritance is transferred only on a female line.

   After our conversation they have shown us the huts and have told, that they live basically on fishing and eat only fish because they consider it’s healthier. They also make various art hand-made things for sale: rings, coverlets and quilts.

   They have prepared a herbal tea, and now there has come my turn to ask. I have asked, whether poisonous snakes are found in this district, and they have told, that there is a green snake, whose sting is fatal. I would not like to think of it at all. It was much more pleasant to walk on a beach and to look at the dark blue sea. This place seemed to me fine as paradise.

   Kuna are wonderful people, and their swarthy children were extraordinary beautiful. I with pleasure would take any kid with myself, but it was, certainly, impossible. Anyway being at Kuna was a remarkable adventure and when we left, they have simply filled us up with the most improbable gifts: coverlets, ornaments, small gold nuggets. There was so much of it, that I hardly have carried away all of this. They invited us again , and I promised to return.

   On the way back we have got in a thunder-storm and the plane shook a lot. But also this time our skilled pilot held everything under the control. Sons have met me in hotel, they were very worried about me and asked me a lot of questions. I have told them about Kuna and have shown gifts. My story has seemed to them similar to a fairy tale.

   Soon we had to come back home. On a return way we flew by above Panama canal - an impressing view. But I was glad, that we come back to America because all of us urgently needed a break.