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I felt simultaneously drunk and like I was having a stroke. I may be on the brink of death but dammit I’m gonna get a picture of that squirrel! What else was happeningīesides my complete inability to breathe, there was a whole slew of other stuff going on.

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For all the other necessary items, check out my full guide on what to pack for Mexico City (and what to just buy there). Mucho ibuprofen is among the things you must bring on your trip to Mexico City. (Is this how smokers feel on the reg? Y’all should really quit smoking like yesterday.) Every step higher was agony-my head pounded, my heart pounded, I pounded (water, that is). I had to focus on taking only deep breaths and I couldn’t take them deep enough anyway. And not like blogging work, like the movers you higher when you, well, move work. I had to stop every ten feet or so to catch my breath and even that was work. It wasn’t until we’d dropped off our bags and started making our way through Bosque de Chapultepec (Chapultepec Forest), heading up to Chapultepec Castle, that I realized what was happening. I definitely felt “off” for the first couple of hours but chalked it up to just being tired from an early wakeup call and back-to-back flights. I landed in Mexico City with a headache pounding like Rocky Balboa in a meat locker that lasted until the next day.

My experience with altitude sickness in Mexico City I suffered all of these except nausea and sleep issues because I was one exhausted gringa. Typical symptoms include headaches, dizziness, nausea and vomiting, fatigue, shortness of breath, loss of appetite, problems falling asleep, and, because it’s WebMD I’m reading, coma and death. It must be how Katy Perry feels all the time. So, the higher up you go, the less oxygen there is in the air and therefore in your brain. ( Day of the Dead outfits and all)īasically, altitude sickness is a combination of symptoms you experience when traveling to high elevations-all due to the lowered oxygen levels at higher barometric pressures.

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Up until this point my main concern had been how to pack a top hat in a carry-on. It wasn’t until right before my trip that I learned “altitude sickness” is both a thing and a concern. And though I took my hiking experience and my fitness level into consideration, my lungs (and other parts) were in no way prepared for my trip to Mexico. Gimmelwald, Switzerland is a mere 4,485’. The elevation of Mexico City is 7,382’ above sea level. Sure, Switzerland is higher than the Florida Gulf Coast but it’s no Mt. Everyone, including my husband, kept saying, “Well what about Switzerland? You’ve climbed the Swiss Alps!” Mexico City is, by far, the highest place I’ve ever travelled and that statement has nothing to do with the drug cartels. Just diving into oxygen and back-stroking around in it like Scrooge McDuck. With an elevation in Boston of 141 feet and just 30 feet in Clearwater, Florida, I’ve been absolutely spoiled with oxygen my whole life. And that’s in flat-as-a-tortilla Memphis, Tennessee. Three hundred and thirty seven feet! Sneak up on me in the dark and you’ll see me jump higher than that. I’ve lived my entire life no more than 337 feet above sea level. I mean, I know what it is I’ve heard of it before they talk about it on airplanes after all.īut just like with male pattern baldness or breastfeeding-related concerns, I thought ‘altitude’ didn’t apply to me so I swept it under the rug. The altitude seriously affected meįor the first 34 years of my life (that’s all of them btw), altitude has been a non-issue. Here are 17 instances of Mexico culture shock I experienced: 1. It impressed me it kept me on my toes and at times it had me like “Huh?” “Wut!?” and “Ay dios mio!”. Without caring how cliché I sound, Mexico took me completely by storm and has since become one of my favorite countries.

Mexico culture shock: 17 things that shocked me in Mexico

But while I never put stock in a destination’s negative stereotypes, the pleasures of Mexico still managed to surprise me.ĭespite knowing very little about Mexico, other than the fact that no mariachi band in their right mind would ever want me as a member, I made the somewhat impromptu decision to visit after a decade-long obsession with Dia de Muertos ( Day of the Dead).