Night in Langmusi is miserable. My Beijing cold hangs on. I have insomnia. I drink water incessantly and go the toilet as often.
I lie in bed gasping for air. I breathe in; I breathe out. I cough. And breath again. My head aches. I breathe again.
In. Out.
The air is thin.
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Patrick Dowd has returned from Peru. Read the Peru travelogue from the beginning.