![]() Naturally, I drew the conclusion that I was going to die (spoiler: I did not). I began to Google "altitude sickness," having not realized it could get so bad. I took a long shower and went straight to bed but could not fall asleep every breath was searing and constricted. By that point, my chest was starting to hurt, and the staff let me check in a couple hours early. On the way back, I stopped at a café by the Witches' Market and then slowly made my way to the hotel. I was reeling with dizziness by the time I got to the correct location, and though I could drop my stuff off, I could not yet check in. As the right place was just down the block, I lugged my 20kg suitcase uphill on the cobblestone and walked. Unfortunately, I'd gotten the un-updated address for the hotel, which I did not realize until my taxi left. ![]() The driver slowed down for me to take a picture. The city was just waking up, and it was stunning to drive in from above the cloud line. However, after a couple hours, it hit me that what I was experiencing was altitude sickness.įeeling uncomfortably weak, I hailed an airport taxi at quarter to 6 and drove into La Paz. At first, I assumed it was from the journey 3 flights on 3 different airlines had been taxing. My flight landed at 3:30am, so I waited at a café inside until sunrise before catching a taxi to my hotel, feeling rather lightheaded and nauseous. When I read on Google that I was landing at El Alto, the highest altitude airport in the world at 4061m high, I thought, "cool fun fact." It was not a fun fact.
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