It’s almost indescribably hot these days. A few years ago, I spent a day in the Sahara desert in Tunisia. It was nearly 45 degrees Celsius and I was covered from head to toe in Bedouin gear as protection from the blistering sun and sudden whips of sand, but the heat there was tolerable. It was dry and stinging, crisp on the skin and hot in the mouth.
The heat in Thailand is different. It is a misty heat that blurs the distinctions between objects and the air around them. I feel like I am melting on the edges and losing the clean distinction between where I end and the haze begins. I am evaporating. The humid fog invades your brain, slows your thinking, muffles smells and sounds… The heat is choking; it sucks the oxygen out and leaves you a little breathless. You can’t even walk or move quickly and I fear that I am quickly approaching melting point. Mercifully, I am wrapping up my time in Thailand in a few days and am heading to the relative cool of tropical West Africa.
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