After almost a month in tropical Panama, Quito’s altitude and temperatures are a shock. The socks I wear under my sandals (most of our clothes are in the camper) freeze to my feet after a soaking rain. This kid wants to shine Gary’s shoes, “Limpio, limpio!” but they’re sneakers. So he settles for the same price to pose for a photo.
Still, at least we don’t have to get carted off by ambulance to the hospital like another hostel guest on his first night. Turns out the beer is a little stronger here and drinking anything alcoholic at altitude tricks your heart into thinking it should curl into a little ball and stop pumping.
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