We spent almost all of today inside, away from Mean Mr. Sun. I read most of Crime and Punishment on the Kindle in my hut. We did go downtown (and by downtown I mean the one-horse multiple-cattle stretch of dirt road with shops selling cola and hair exetensions) for a late lunch that served as dinner.
It’s 102 degrees in the hut and stepping outside is like stepping inside a wood stove and putting on a yak-pelt blanket. 132 degrees. I used two different thermometers to confirm I’m not exaggerating and my alarm clock isn’t a hypochondriac.
Any way you shake it, it’s hot. Really hot. Africa hot. Tarzan couldn’t take this kind of hot.