Ecuador: More On Montubios' Day

Hereafter are a few additional photos to illustrate my last post yesterday about Montubios’ Day parade in Ecuador’s Salitre. To view it again click on yesterday’s date or go to

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Proud Colombian Amazon and Horse Waiting to Lead Bullfighters into the Ring

Colombia. Cali. Waiting to lead bullfighters into the ring, this amazon left the mark of her lips on her horse’s face.

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Colombie. Cali. Une  amazone attend le moment de prendre place à la tête du cortège de toréadors qui entrera à l’arène. Elle a marqué de ses lèvres la joue du cheval qu'elle montera.

Celebrating the Coronation of a New Zulu King

 On a 1957 Brussels-Cape Town Vespa scooter journey across the length of Africa, I took this picture of the celebration of a new Zulu chief near Durban, South Africa. I was trying to become a photojournalist  but failed in that first intent. One of the reasons was that tiny Belgium was not the right place for such a dream. To live the dream, for which I'll ever be grateful, I emigrated to the United States. 

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If You Can't Move A Sheep, Carry It.

Bolivia. Near Potosi. Quechua Indians carrying sheep to market.

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How the Tuareg Deal with a Recalcitrant Baby Camel

Niger. Sahara Desert. A Kel Rela Tuareg girl is pulling a baby camel away from its mother for not allowing her family to draw out some of the milk for themselves. The girl would then tie the animal to a stake near her tent.

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Plastic Surgery

To improve their looks, people worldwide are getting increasingly under the knife. In Benin, as in other parts of Africa, the knife creates, or at least used to create, tribal identity through facial scars. Held down by her mother on a bed of leaves, the poor little girl was only four. But she needed the many dozens of sharp lines on her face to look like a Somba. And what a valiant little girl she was! She did not even cry.