This is me after a 1.5 hour car ride Saman gave me from Moratuwa. Walk to car, sit in car, walk to house. Better than the bus, but I’m still leaking fluids. It’s not stinky gross, but just to let you know that I am generally uncomfortable.
I usually go out around noon, when looking at the sun hard-boils your eyeballs. For what it’s worth it’s 89 F, but the humidity is 84%. I don’t know what that means beyond being bloody miserable hot. Was at Achichi’s house. The ants ate through the wiring and there’s spotty electricity, specifically, no fans. You sit on the wicker chairs outside and try to catch a breeze, slowly melting. We don’t have AC in the house, but I got a fan 2 feet from my face at all times. When the electricity cuts out I feel the paneer of sweat start to form again. It’s not usually this bad, just this few months. The only thing I dislike more than Colombo is the refugee camps. Omigod the tents suck and outside sucks. Makes me want to jump in the ocean. I wish I were in Nuwara Eliya this season.