1964 Lehnert, P. Dec. 2 we arose at 8:00 A.M., climbed into our rented Datsun and headed SW on Rt. 50; we stopped and ate at Cookie's Diner, the only eating place for about 40 miles; we then headed on our westerly trip; bad luck finally caught up with us at Waimea Canyon lookout (we should have taken the sign for what it said - Look out!); when we pulled into the parking lot there was one other car there so I pulled in two spaces over, leaving one space between us, as well as the whole parking lot around us; we hadn't been there long when a tour bus pulled into the parking lot, ignored all the rest of the parking lot and attempted to back into the spot between us - he got in but he also smashed in the right side of our car; [illegible] the bus, the bus driver and our car all belonged to the same company so we were some what better off; the bus then regurgitated its screaming mob of typical tourists which came spilling up onto the lookout; two women came up, stood beside me and began the following conversation which had me in stitches (to be in perspective one must picture this huge canyon stretching tens of miles in every direction - a rival for our own Grand Canyon) "Isn't it lovely?" "It's called the (over).