It’s so hot that…Posted: August 19, 2012
-Our favorite coffee (OK, technically donut) shop was closed for business yesterday because it was just too hot to go to work.
-It’s “too dangerous” for gas stations to fill cars/scooters up in the midday heat… you have to wait until after 4.30 pm.
-Our town is known far and wide as one of the “furnaces” of this country. Maybe it’s humidity, maybe it’s something about the terrain; all I know is it is steamy.
-When I made a midday run for some ingredients to the shop around the corner, the owner (who I’m friendly with) looked at me like I was crazy and asked why on earth I left the house during the middle of the day. All local people know that summer heat is made for staying in the house!
-My friends pull their pillows and sheets off their bunks to sleep on the slightly cooler ground; most school dormitories do not have AC.
-After dinner at our favorite restaurant, we walk outside and greet our friend the cook. He is shirtless, his round belly (the result of all that good food) on display. He shakes his head. “It is so hot,” he says. The best (worst) part: he grabs his shirt, which was draped over his shoulders, and twists it in his hands, wringing a small puddle of his own sweat on the ground. We avert our eyes and quickly walk away.
-Heat rises off the ground like steam over a pot of bubbling noodles. It’s the kind of hot where ceasing motion means you’ll melt like a pat of butter in the skillet, but it’s also the kind of hot when your sluggish body refuses to just go, already. The quickest and nimblest of motions seem no faster than a slow motion replay on TV. The air is dense, heavy. Sweat slides down my cheeks, my arms, my stomach like drops of water on a glass of ice water at noon. Through the grime of smog, the sun bears down.