6am kind Indian man arrives with a cup of tea. It seems like moments since Robbie rang at 1.15 (but I'd take that call any morning).
There's a fiery glow on my right forearm - the site of a bite by a very discerning mosquito with obvious good taste in human flesh.
(Reminder: take your anti-malarial tablet)
In the cold shower this morning, it served as a reminder of what heat was.
Anyway, the Indians have kindly arranged for a 90% humidity 35 degree demonstration in a few hours. Thoughtful chaps.
But isn't it good to be alive?
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