 That was one of my big, big concerns during the Sandinista Contra time is I felt that powerful people from our country were going down and meeting with people on the rooftop garden of the Intercontinental Hotel, and they weren't getting out in the barrio. And it occurred to me, you know, a travel writer is like a medieval jester. You know, he gets out there, and he hangs out with the people in the barrios, and he knows what the jokes are against the king and so on. And then he goes back behind the walls of the fortress, and he can tell the king...