This morning I arose from our bed only to be attacked by a fit of coughing. Mexico city's altitude and its layer of brown, dismal smog did not combine well with my cold. Soon we were boarding a small propeller plane to Puerto Escondido. In the plane I was almost uncomfortably cold in my shorts and t-shirt but the second I stepped out into the salty Puerto air I was glad to have changed. The humidity hit me like a wall and everyone on the plane ran, rather speed walked as fast as they could in the heat, to the air conditioned comfort of the small airport.
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