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“When we stepped out on the balcony the crowd demonstration before the Presidential Palace in San Salvador poured our way. A week later they staged an abortive revolution.”
JEE twenty-six countries, cover 23,500 miles, in a total actual travel time of 120 hours? I know it can be done now. The thought was in my mind ever since I rode down to Rio in a plane in 1938. Someday I’d go Southward again, I vowed. Only I’d fly myself and see much more. Maybe you’ll be interested in what happened.
While waiting for “Captain from Castile” to start I had my first postwar vacation. It was my chance to see as much as possible of Mexico, Guatemala, Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama, Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Chile, Argentina, Uruguay, Paraguay, Brazil, French Guiana, Surinam, British Guiana, Trinidad, St. Vincent, Srnita Lucia, Antigua, the Dominican Republic, Haiti, Jamaica and Cuba.
Casually, I asked Cesar Romero, also faced with his first vacation, if he wanted to pal with me on the great
adventure. He didn’t believe I was serious about the trip at first. I went to Wichita, Kansas, to pick up a brand-new, twin-engined honey of a ship. All silvery and shining, it’s the perfect means of transportation. We christened it “Saludos Amigos!” Plans pell-melled after that.
We took off from Hollywood one 6 a. m., in a heavy overcast, flying out blind on instruments into what turned out to be two months of magnificent sightseeing and fellowship with new friends. Our hopes were high and we brought home no disappointments. We encountered really rough weather but twice — coming down into Rio and re-entering California; we labelled those terrific fogs “unusual!”
Our average flight to a new place was three hours long, so we never got cramped. Sometimes we’d move on but fifteen or forty minutes (Continued on page 80)
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