Heat
Monday, June 5th, 2006This people in Zagora are funny. This other guy told me the other that it was a little cold at night.
“When?” I asked him.
“I think at 5am in the morning,” he answered.
He was serious too! I woke up one morning at 5am. My throat was dry and raspy and I had to French kiss the bottle of water next to my bed before I could breathe in without choking on the dry air. There mght have been a slight chill in the air, or maybe, my body had dried out to a husk and I was only skin covering bones left.
This is only the beginning of summer here. In the heart of summer they probably set themselves alight to cool down. On the upside I found more roads that were tarred. They were basically short roads that joined the other two but hey, who’s complaining about the state of the roads when it’s so hot.
You never see single storey houses even though there’s loads of space. I suppose that’s so that things don’t get too far apart to walk in the heat. Gotta go, gotta find another bottle of water to French kiss.
It wouldn’t kill them to at least have fridges that actually keep beverages below room temperature. But I suppose they figure that keeping it from being burning hot is effort enough. Two more hours till my bus…
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