Hot doesn't begin to describe it.
I walk from the, ah, "temporary office structure" (trailer) to the building where my client sits all the time. It's about 100 feet.
When the wind blew, it hit my cheek bones, deflected into my eyes, and my eyes froze. They had been dried out with a simple gust of air.
The air conditioner in the trailer is good to cool down the inside 20 degrees. It's 110 degrees outside.
It certainly is a different type of heat. In the east and midwest, this heat is joined with an oppressive humidity. Feels like everything just sticks to you and it's unpleasantly hot.
Here there's no moisture. Your sweat evaporates right off your body. The heat index here is actually negative because your sweating cools you down a small bit.
Now it just feels like walking into an oven. It's not hard to breathe, but it's hard to blink.
Which do I prefer? Neither. I'm not a fan of the desert or the swamp.
3 comments:
At least it's a dry heat. Makes it better, right?
Yeah. An oven is a dry heat too. Doesn't mean I want to walk around in one.
I swear I'll see camels wandering down the street today...
In Japan, cheap apartments (like mine) never have insulation, which means southern-facing units (like mine) can result in popped wine bottles. No fun.
20 degree differential in low humidity ain't so great. New Invention: Ice Hat! (Actually, a wet washcloth on thyne neck might also be nice) Take care
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