It's now 9pm, and the temperature has dropped to 35 degrees. When I went to get a coffee and a pastry this morning at around 8.30am it was a beautiful sunny morning, but by 11 the temperature had soared and the sun had disappeared in to a haze, with a strong, hot westerly wind. The last time I felt like this was in the ridiculously hot summer of 2003 (I think) when Ed, Andy and I were on a local, non air-con and cramped bus in Croatia. Ed couldn't stop laughing because it was so hot the sweat was forming pools on the floor, and I remember Andy was drinking water that within seconds appeared on his arms and face.
It's been too hot to do anything much - I was reduced to lying on the sofa in my underpants next to my pedestal fan. A few summers ago when Andy and I were travelling east on the trans-Mongolian railway, we passed the trans-Siberian train coming the other way, which would have started out from Vladivostok about a week earlier. I remember seeing a fat middle aged man hanging out the back carriage in nothing but his underpants. I thought he was mad. I feel I can now relate to him.
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