On landing near the top of My Kenya (somewhere around 12000' I think) I handed control over to the QHI who was teaching me mountain flying techniques and jogged about 20 metres to do the tourist thing with my camera. With great artistic flair I managed to capture a shot of the Gazelle with a snow capped peak in the background. Fantastic!
Well satisfied with my camera work, I jogged back to the machine, strapped in and immediately thought that I was going to die. Great black spots appeared before my saucer-like eyes and I had enormous difficulty breathing. The QHI (the great Ian Cornell) was also having difficulty breathing but only from laughing at my stupidity. I was a very fit 27 year old at the time and it taught me respect for hypoxia.