I arrived in Bolivariana last night. God the altitude is awful. Some ungodly number of meters, don't ask me how many feet. I have yet to venture outside of my flat for fear of fainting. There is approximately 30% less oxygen in the air here as compared to sea level, and I am missing every molecule. The Indians and Spainards liked it because the temperature never gets above 75 degrees—though this was in the days before air conditioning—and I am beginning to wonder whether such benefits have long since outlived their usefulness. I shall write again tomorrow, perhaps when my cerebral hemmorage is complete.
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