The novelist Paul Theroux had a bestseller with his  enjoyable nonfiction travel book about riding trains across Eurasia in 1973, The  Great Asian Railway Bazaar. He followed it up with similar books about  riding the rails around Latin American and China, but his dislike of those two  places got on my nerves when I first read them.
I finally reread The Old Patagonian Express, which tells of his 1978  train journey from his home in Boston to a small town a thousand miles south of  Buenos Aires. Maybe I'm just becoming as misanthropic as Theroux, but I liked it  a lot more this time. His shtick is predictable but still fun: he goes to some  deplorable place like Guatemala or Colombia and, sure enough, roundly deplores  it.
Still, compared to his Asian travelogue, which centered around crossing the  Indian subcontinent, his Latin American book is less entertaining. In fact, it's  rather grim for the basic reason that, even though Theroux speaks Spanish, from  the time he leaves central Mexico to the time he arrives in Argentina via the  Andes, he barely can entice anybody on the train into an interesting  conversation. (The book does have a happy ending -- in Buenos Aires, Theroux  gets introduced to Jorge Luis Borges and spends a couple of weeks hanging out  with the blind sage, who of course is very interesting to talk with.)
Theroux's problem was that in Latin America -- at least in 1978 -- the rich  traveled by airplane and the working class by bus, leaving the aged and  dilapidated trains to the poor. And the poor in Central America and the Andes  are largely Indian. And, while Theroux has great sympathy for the plight of the  Indians in these grotesquely inequitable countries, he can't figure out any way  to overcome the Indians' deep-rooted taciturnity. This is the opposite of his  more amusing Asian book where those other Indians, the loquacious ones of South  Asia, talked and talked.
When staying in Quito, he did hear something interesting:
"'You  must not judge people by their country," a lady advised me. 'In South  America, it is always wise to judge people by their altitude.'
"She was from Bolivia herself. She explained that there were fewer national  characteristics than high-level characteristics. The mountain people who lived  on the heights of the Andes were formal and unapproachable; the valley people  were much more hospitable, and the sea-level folk were the sweetest of all,  though rather idle and lazy. Someone who lived at an altitude of about four  thousand feet was just about ideal, a real good scout, whether he lived in  Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia or wherever."
Of course, what she's  describing are racial differences that are sorted out by altitude. The  barrel-chested Andean Indians can survive better above about 10,000 feet (pure  whites have too many miscarriages to propagate themselves when the air gets  extremely thin) and on the tropical sea coasts, Africans are better adapted to  the heat and diseases (although Lima, with its moderate climate, is an  exception).
Charles Darwin, who visited South America on the Beagle, wrote in The  Descent of Man:
"Everyone who has had the opportunity of comparison must have been struck by the contrast between the taciturn, even morose aborigines of South America and the light-hearted, talkative negroes."
My vague impression is that individual mestizos tend to vary a lot on this talkative-taciturn dimension, depending upon whether they inherited the genes and/or culture influencing this from their Spanish or Indian ancestors. So, Mexican-Americans aren't generally stereotyped as either loud or quiet. In contrast, Puerto Ricans, who have more black and less Indian ancestry, are widely seen as quite talkative. (Of course, because Spanish typically requires more syllables to articulate an idea than English, Spanish-speakers on the whole tend to speak faster.)
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