It’s so hot I can’t pretend it’s anything but. Getting around the city is like maneuvering in a blast furnace. Whether you go fast or slow you’re cooked. I’ve taken to carrying a hand towel in my pack do sop up the river of sweat that flows from some unknown source on my head. The challenge is figuring out the coolest possible things to wear besides a thong and a prayer.
August 18, 2016