Ecuador Travel Adventures
Tree Branch
Gail Howard's EPILOGUE

Since posting my Ecuador Travel Adventures web site, I have received many emails and inquiries about Jane Dolinger, who is mentioned on page one. A man who still carries a torch for the Jaguar Princess – a character in Jane Dolinger's book, The Forbidden World of the Jaguar Princess – emailed me a 40 year-old article Jane had written about the Jaguar Princess for the National Enquirer. Two other men who were smitten by Jane decades ago, emailed me asking for news of her. During the past two years, I have been communicating with an English professor who is writing a book about Jane Dolinger’s life. And recently I was contacted by a BBC producer in England who is working on a radio show about her.

Jane Dolinger and her husband, Ken Krippene, were a great team, and keen storytellers who captured the imagination of their readers. Their books and articles were well researched because they spent time in the exotic locations from which they spun their fanciful tales. Thoughtfully posed photographs added to the credibility of each of their stories.

Jane posed my sister, Terry, in a sari for a magazine spread that appeared in newspapers and magazines around the world. The article was about a woman who had left civilization and gone “native” living in the Ecuadorian countryside where she practiced yoga, fetched her own water and lived off the land. Of course, the story was pure fiction. Terry was a television producer and script writer living in New York when she was not traveling with me. But it made a good story and appeared in many languages around the world. Jane sent us the story in Arabic, which I have posted at the bottom of the Photo Gallery on the ecuadortraveladventures web site, along with original photos from the shoot. The photo of me digging for Inca treasures was taken for another news story – with pottery Jane and Ken had brought from Quito as props to illustrate the story.

As fellow travelers who shared similar experiences, Terry, and I remained in close touch with Jane and Ken throughout the years. After Ken passed away, Jane remarried. Sad to say, the last we heard from Jane was in 1994, while she was at a clinic in Germany in a last ditch effort to cure her terminal cancer. She died shortly after.

Losing this daring, high-spirited friend who was ready to go anywhere in the world at any time was very sad. There were very few women in the 1960's who were as adventurous as we were.



Dear Gail,

I own three of your lottery books, which I love, but I had never gone to your website until today. I am fascinated by the stories of your travel adventures. I was wondering if you ever plan to write a book based on your travels and was also wondering whatever became of the monkey you adopted?

Best Wishes,
Angie Jones


Dear Angie,

Thank your for your kind words and your interest in my travel adventures. Yes, I did write a book about my travels, but it is a deeply personal book, too revealing for me to publish at this time. I held nothing back. I'll have it published when I am no longer in the lottery business. This page from my book answers your question about what became of my little monkey while I was in Peru:

"Alberto and I spent Sunday at his hacienda. I brought Chichico with us so the little guy could have a lark in the garden. Every 15 minutes I went out to check on him. Chichico was having a wonderful time, scampering about, delighting in his freedom.

The last time I went out to see how he was doing, I found Chichico in convulsions, his body shuddering. His mouth was open, the roof and tongue gray, and saliva was running down the side of his mouth. Dirt was around and in his mouth from picking bugs out of the dirt and eating them.

I ran in for water and spooned it into his mouth. He revived slightly for a minute or so. Then, with a snap, his little life ended. Crying uncontrollably, I continued to caress him. I rubbed his heart, anything to bring him back to me. I could not believe he was dead.

Alberto said he must have eaten a scorpion. Mateo, the majordomo, dug a small hole in the garden, laid Chichico in and buried him. When I saw Chichico being covered with dirt, I cried hysterically. I stuck an hibiscus flower on the grave. Alberto crossed himself.

It was strange how Chichico died. I had checked on him only 15 minutes before and he was his usual frisky self. Suddenly, he was dead. It was my fault. It was not meant for me to keep him longer, but even knowing that, I could not bear to part with Chichico.

Just the evening before, Mateo had told me he would take him. I should have given Chichico to him then. When you don’t take care of things at the time you should, they are often taken care of for you – by Fate – but in a less gentle way."

Thanks for asking, Angie.
Gail


Dear Gail,

That's so sad, but I am glad I found out what happened. Thank you so much for sharing with me. I am planning to start using your lottery wheels this weekend and will let you know as soon I win a jackpot.

Take care,
Angie
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