[Evans, Marv]

I was there for a week in 1973. It was very interesting at the time. Beautiful place, but I found out what it was really like to be discriminated against because I was white. Probably changed now. It didn't help either that I was traveling at that time with a guy from the east coast that was a total, clueless dick. When we arrived, I think we went to four hotels before we found one that would rent us a room. At restaurants, I'd quickly pick something from the menu. The waitresses would cruise by, flip menus on the table, and come back in half an hour. The guy I was traveling with was always asking for things they didn't have on the menu (French pastries ?). They would just laugh in his face. Finally I'd get him to just stick to the menu. I'd be mostly finished when they'd bring his food. He'd either say it was burned or not done. They would tell him that's the way they made it there. He had a problem with his Toyota land cruiser & took it to a shop there. He put his finger in the owner's face & told him they'd better not mess up his land cruiser. The owner smiled & assured him they wouldn't. Some time after that & after we parted ways, I ran into him in Oaxaca. He had his car in a shop there. Asked him what the problem was. He said he didn't know, but sometime between Guatemala City and Oaxaca, it started hemorrhaging oil. I wondered if he had a clue.