I remember laughing at an advertisement in Cusco airport in
Peru; it filled the entire billboard above the luggage carousel and was
advertising bottles of oxygen. While we waited for our luggage to be
tossed from plane to trolley to conveyer belt and chute, I felt compelled to
verbalise my thoughts about the advert to my fellow travellers. “Look at
that,” I said, “I thought we got ripped off in the UK where they try to sell us
bottles of water, here they try to sell you bottles of air.” Little did I
realise that a few hours later, I would have paid any amount of money for a
bottle of that oxygen as I found myself floored with altitude sickness and suffering
from the mother of all headaches. It was so bad, that if someone had
offered me a guillotine at that time, I’d have volunteered to put my head in
it.
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