ALTITUDE SICKNESS

In general, I think I'm pretty healthy and strong. I hiked fifteen miles around Sleeping Giant Provincial Park and hardly felt sick when I was injected with a live yellow fever virus. So I guess you could say I was a bit surprised when I woke up in Quito, three thousand meters from sea level with a splitting headache, panting like a dog in heat. I was literally lying in bed trying to catch my breath.

The next time you are a passenger in a car traveling over 60 mph, roll the window down all the way and stick your face directly in the wind and try to breathe regularly. That's what it felt like.