Gypsying Through Central America

From the FOREWORD. THE narrative following is the chronicle of a trip conceived in restlessness, planned in perversity (almost), and executed in genuine enjoyment. Norman Hartman and I had talked for years of exploring some land not too well known, too easy of access. We considered the republics of Central America somewhat casually at first, but when such banana-republic consuls as we could locate in San Francisco dilated upon the difficulty the impossibility, according to...
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From the FOREWORD.
THE narrative following is the chronicle of a trip conceived in restlessness, planned in perversity (almost), and executed in genuine enjoyment.
Norman Hartman and I had talked for years of exploring some land not too well known, too easy of access. We considered the republics of Central America somewhat casually at first, but when such banana-republic consuls as we could locate in San Francisco dilated upon the difficulty the impossibility, according to some of them of such a journey as we mentioned, then we were sure that no other venture would suit us.
My chronicle is the unvarnished account of our gypsying. In much briefer form it appeared serially in The Wide World Magazine last year, and some isolated incidents have been treated in short articles for various newspapers and magazines during the past fifteen months. That my opinion of the natives of the Five Republics will be in part disagreed with by others who know these lands is undoubted. But the story of our experiences may throw additional light upon peoples and countries often treated as opera bouffe.
EUGENE CUNNINGHAM.
SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA.
February 1922.