We set down next at San Salvador. We approached it over
comparatively level terrain. Thatched houses and cultivated
fields were thick. The airport was as neat and nice as I have
seen. It served coffee and shoeshines free. But I almost got
caught.
Alligator bags are the vogue there. Aura May rather liked one.
Just to test the man I asked the price. To my amazement he said
$18. I said too much. He said, "What you give?" I said, $10.
Before it was over, he was down to $12.50 and I was getting
panicky. He was too close. I shook my head. He shook his. I left
without looking back and never did go around that part of the
building thereafter.
PALACE AND MARKET
We next set down at Guatemala, with a two and a half hour wait.
We hired a taxi and went to town. Enroute we passed two small
coffee plantations. The driver told us Guatemala coffee was the
finest in the world. They said the same thing at Santos and
everywhere else, particularly Buenaventura and its mocha coffee.
We went to the presidential palace and got in. It's a fine place
for the size and wealth of the country. Particularly the tile and
stained glass murals depicting historical scenes of Guatemala.
Splendid features were enormous glass chandeliers with prismatic
glass tassels, and mahogany woodwork and floors of the banquet
and reception rooms.
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