After spending seven and a half hours hiking a mountain at high altitude, my face (and my arms up to about my elbows, where I had my sleeves rolled up) was bright red. Alex and I can barely buy food here, let alone moisturizer, so I basically just decided not to touch my face until it stopped hurting.
Yesterday during lunch I realized that I could do a cool trick. I give you the Sunburned Forehead Trick.
Being a forehead chamelion wasn't the most exciting result, though. Yesterday my face started oozing. At first it was just this orangish crust on the outside of my nose, and after I got it off there was some liquid.
Then my condition progressed to other parts of my face. Alex and I stood in front of the mirror late last night and tried to figure out what was going on. His nose is a little sunburned, but he wore a hood for most of the hike, so he wasn't in very bad of shape. My forehead and cheeks, on the other hand, are bubbly and tinted orange. We determined that our skin was oozing because there was some kind of fluid trapped underneath, and if I smiled too hard (or otherwise compressed my skin), orange fluid would leak out and stream down my face like a bad Gatorade commercial.
I admit that sweating orange was a little disconcerting, but there wasn't anything we could do, so we went to bed. I woke up once or twice to scrape some of my face off my face, and in the morning I looked a little more normal. Alex found some moisturizer and since I've put it on I haven't oozed very much, so it's too bad he didn't know he had some before.
If anyone wants to diagnose me, please do so. I'll just be riding a train for the next 24 hours, and if it's anything like the bus on the way here, I'll be recovering to the sound of Uighur music pumped through the speakers at an unreasonably high volume.