I had the thrill of going over what was possibly the longest stretch of straight highway in the world; forty-six miles of straight paved road, without a single curve. It was part of the highway to Mexico City which was at that time under construction. It would have been easy to follow that road all the way to Mexico City, but I wasn’t out to break any records. I wanted to see Mexico and I intended to see every nook and corner of it and go to those out-of-the-way places where the people are not yet affected by our civilized ways. I wanted to see the Mexicans in their natural habitat, living their own lives in their own ways.