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...more kibitzers. One day a heavy mist draped the mountains of Binh Dinh and sank into the rice paddies in the valleys below. An ancient Citro?n spun its wheels on the muddy track, in a scene that would bring Fowler to a rebel leader's camp in the Vietnam of 1953. Suddenly Noyce shouted and pointed at a tree line: "Somebody do something about those kids!" Two boys had climbed some bamboo trees and were swaying at the top, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon-style. Very cute, but it ruined the shot. A translator pleaded for the children to come down...
...deal of sunlight are placed under a sunlamp, and those that need lots of water are specially treated with frequent waterings. Whitchurch takes no chances with watering his plants—an ordinary cupful just won’t do. “It’s a light mist, not a harsh watering-can type of water, so as not to disturb the root base...
...lodge has a helicopter pad on a floating dock. Craig, one of the pilots, flies through narrow valleys half shrouded in mist and lands on tiny spits of land, with tree branches inches from his rotors. As he soars over river entrances, we see salmon massing in numbers that are just a memory in many of the dammed rivers elsewhere in the Pacific Northwest. King Pacific heli-fishes some 40 rivers within a one-hour flying radius of the lodge by special agreement with the local Tsimshian nation. Some of the Tsimshian work as fishing guides at the lodge...
...light morning mist hangs over the jungle as Peter Taggart sets a hornbill on a tree branch. Taggart runs an antipoaching station in the Cardamom Mountains in southwest Cambodia, and the hornbill, a black bird with a white breast and an oversize yellow beak, has been confiscated from a local villager. "The guy was keeping it as a pet," says Taggart, who works for Washington-based Conservation International. "He said he didn't know it was protected, but they all know, really...
...white statue, more than three meters high, of the Virgin Mary, her arms outstretched and her face wearing an expression of sublime understanding. To reach her is a feat of endurance. But the rewards can border on the transcendent. The first time I saw her, enveloped in the milky mist that swirled around the summit, I had so many endorphins coursing through my brain that I genuinely believed she understood my pain, could feel the fire in my calves, the thump in my chest, and the sandpaper in my throat. Little wonder then, that during the oppressive years of Indonesia...