San Cristobal was full of hippies.  There were
way-back hippies growing gray, spreading out under their caftans, and
straining the buttons on their embroidered work shirts.  There were
new-hatched neohippies fumbling with the icons of the Sixties
wondering whether the peace symbol is supposed to be used mainly as a
nose stud or also as a pierced eyebrow ornament.  And there were
smelly European backpacker hippies, age indeterminate, telling the
locals, "Ich bin ein Vegan."
        --P.J. O'Rourke