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Lisa
Alpine, Amazon Basin,
1975, Ecuador/Peruvian border
I was traveling to Brazil with the hopes of getting
there in time for Carnival. I started in the Ecuadorian
Oriente at the headwaters of the Rio Napa which would eventually
join the Amazon River in Iquitos, Peru. I hitched rides
in dugout canoes not really paying attention to the fact
that I had over 3000 miles to cover and a lot of unknown
territory inhabited mostly by macaws, monkeys and hungry
fish. At one small village I stayed in, this boy was hauling
his catch (a turtle) home for dinner.
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Lisa
Alpine, 1988, Bali
My son first went to Bali with us when he was 14 months old. Very suddenly
on that trip, he got deathly ill. I have never been more scared in my
life. We left for Japan where he recuperated, and didn't return to Bali
until he was 4 or 5 years old. This trip was fabulous with no illness.
It was a magical mystery tour of temple dances and warm Balinese friendship.
They love children. This photo was taken in a remote temple during the
heat of the day.
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Lisa
Alpine, 1986, Limon,
Costa Rica
These children came running from all directions when my husband, son
and I wandered into a plaza in the coastal town of Limon. They all wanted
me take their photos. The joy and jumping about they expressed was delightful.
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Lisa
Alpine, 1997, White Mountain
Apache Indian Reservation, Arizona
I became addicted to white water kayaking in the last
decade. In '97 I found myself in the most challenging situation
ever while paddling around a river bend and encountering class
4 and 5 whitewater highways on the Salt River. In this photo,
I am guiding in the back of the kayak. On this 5-day trip,
we flipped a few times in the water (snowmelt and freezing
cold). My partner went into mild hypothermia right after this
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Jacqueline
Harmon Butler, Zurich, Switzerland
Santa cable car: During the Christmas season, this little motorized cable
car is driven around the town by Santa Claus himself (or one of his many
helpers). Only children are allowed on this special ride. Parents are
given a specific time and place to meet their children at the end of
the line.
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Jacqueline
Harmon Butler - 2001 Montargis, France
La Bon Vivant, once a working class grain barge, has
been transformed into a floating five star hotel. In a week, we
traveled a leisurely 65 miles along a bucolic canal in the Loire
Valley. My story about the Bon Vivant, "Cleopatra for a Week," can
be found on the French
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Jacqueline
Harmon Butler, April
2001, Mt. Etna, Province of Catania, Sicily
Mt.
Etna wasn't showing any signs of activity and it was unseasonably
cold, so I decided not go up to the top of the volcano with my
group. Instead I spent my time poking through the little shops
that dotted the Rifugio Sapienza, where I found some incredibly
tasty vegetable spreads offered at the Antico Souvenir.
Editor's Note: Jacqueline received the Menzione Speciale
award for the resulting story, The
Fire of Mount Etna, in the International Press Award
for Journalism: "A Few Words About Sicily" contest,
held February 6, 2002, in Catania, Sicily.
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Carla
King, 1993, Sospel, France
I lived in Nice for much of 1993, writing my guidebook "Cycling the
French Riviera" and training for my bicycle tour of Africa. This self-portrait
was taken atop a mountain above the village of Sospel. Then it was back
to the coast for a dip in the Mediterranean before enjoying Nice's nightlife.
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Carla
King, 1994, Senegal,
Africa
During my bicycle trip through West Africa I found this
place where the village chief lived in a small square hut and
all of his wives lived in small round huts that encircled his
house, along with their children. Exploring, I came across
this woman potter working. She was so engrossed in her work
that she never saw me take the photo. |
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Carla
King, 1999, Phileas
Foggs Bookstore, Palo Alto, California
Slide show of my
motorcycle trip across China.
At left is Genevive Obert, author of Prince Borghese's Trail and winner
the women's cup in an antique car race from Peking to Paris. Renata at
right, is a fellow woman motorcyclist I wrote about during American
Borders in 1995.
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