Trip to Lucerne, Switzerland, to Present at IBM Symposium 2008

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  1. Not related to your Symposium, but you came up on a google search, and I have been trying really hard to find information about Lucerne.

    I am trying to find a local blog site, local newspaper, or other media for Lucerne Switzerland. I am trying to locate two travelers who shared an intense experience with me in January or February of 1974. The two traveler’s names were Christian and Nichol (that’s all I got), two women from Lucerne, probably close to my age of mid 50’s. Lately I have been deeply thinking of my travels when I was younger, and these two beautiful women were part of an experience where we traveled into the Ecuadorian jungle together. I met them hitch-hiking out of Los Banos on my way to Puyo. Their bus was full and they would have had to travel on the roof. The truck I was in had a canopy and extra room, and my first meeting with them was when they came to the tail gate of that truck. Thus began one part of my youthful odyssey with two lovely women from Lucerne, who were traveling alone, and where I never got a chance to say good bye when we separated in Quenca a month or two later. You see, it was my job to get the tickets to the border with Peru. We had talked of how much fun that trip was going to be. But after 12 months, I was out of money, $50 left, to get back to the states. That night, when they boarded the bus, I didn’t get on. I took the bus ahead of them to Guayaquil, then to the coast at La Libertad to spend a few days to decompress. I just couldn’t say goodbye, it just broke my heart. The pain of the separation lasted the entire three day bus trip. So, I never got a chance to say goodbye.

    The reason I am looking for them now is that of all my travels, from north american to south, from europe to north africa and the middle east (on my way to india), never was there any photo record of my journeys. These two women have the only picture of me that I know exists, sitting on the bank of a slow moving tributary of the amazon, waiting for the a local to come floating by in a dug out, pole in hand, to ask to cross to the other side, to where my friends were. I was eating raw peanuts as I recall. And if memory serves me, they had a camera and took my picture. And its my only record now of this time in my life, of what I looked like then, and of how I morphed physically and spiritually into the journey.

    So anyway, when you make it to Lucerne, words could not express the thanks, in advance of your help, if you could help me find my friends.

    Thanks in advance of your reply.

    Best Regards

    Kenn
    kenn2671@comcast.net
    Vancouver Washington 98682

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