And he suggested that on previous trips to Mexico City he had stayed at a place called the Hotel Cuba, and he recommended it for clean and cheap living.
And he then made a crack that he wasn't suggesting the Hotel Cuba because he was going to be there; he just suggested it to help us.
And we decided that we wouldn't take him up on his suggestion; that we would go our own way.
Then we arrived in the Mexico City bus station and he didn't speak to us, attempt to speak to us at all. He was one of the first off the bus and the last I remember seeing him he was standing across the end of the room.
Mr. Ball. At the bus station?
Miss Mumford. At the bus station. And we left by taxi.
Mr. Ball. Then you had two conversations with him?
Miss Mumford. Yes.
Mr. Ball. Or more?
Miss Mumford. No; two. During the trip I engaged the middle-aged English gentleman in conversation, asking him about the weather, and what it was like usually. And he said, "The young man traveling beside me has traveled to Mexico also. Why don't you talk to him?" And that was all.