Altitude affects everyone differently. Be it climbing a Colorado 14er or an afternoon stroll in Cusoco, Peru, there are a few ways to prepare for the dreaded ‘soroche’ — A.K.A. altitude sickness.
My body’s used to sea level. For the last month or so, I’ve been living and working between two and four miles above that on a trip around Peru. I spent the first couple days hugging a toilet and haven’t gotten a truly satisfying breath since I arrived in the Andes.
My climbing friends refer to it as acute mountain sickness, and my wife, who’s in nursing school, calls it hypobaropathy. I like the local word — soroche. I haven’t looked it up but I’m pretty sure the formal definition’s “puking at altitude.” Regardless of the terminology, it’s brutal and can be deadly.