It's Getting Hot in Here
Sorry for the lack of images; we will post more soon. But for now, the picture above should show us drenched in sweat.
If tomorrow you were to have a man jump out from a trash can, stick barbed arrowheads underneath your fingernails, and twist them around, all with a menacing look, would you want to know now? I'm not sure what would be better. I think about this often, as I think about the impending (and already uncomfortable) heat. Until recently, the days were hot, but relief would come as the sun went down, and the nights were refreshing, allowing for strolls and comments such as "it can really be beautiful here". However, Monday night, in a rude way, it did not cool down in the evening. Waited and waited, but sleep was uncomfortable that night. The following day was perceptably hotter, and again the night was ominously warm, and so on.
Does it make it better that we've been warned by giddy Indians about the scorching conditions that, believe it or not, haven't even started? Maybe yes -- we can pace our sweat glands -- or maybe no -- we're scared and tortured by their giddy omens, in a really bad way. Despite our ceiling fan and every window open last night, I slept in a film of sweat. I know a mosquito sat on my forehead, cheek and temple while I slept quietly, as I awoke with three bites on my face.
Alex had arranged with our go-to-guys at "Bombay Fridge and Electric" to install a rental A/C unit end of February. I had him call to have it delivered ASAP.
We have officially started thinking in rupees, as we still ride the terrifically crowded public bus to and from work, despite the heat. Our options are the more comfortable door to door $1 auto-rickshaw ride or the 6-cents-a-ride/people hanging off the side/oven on wheels, driven by a mustached menace to society who careens through the crowded streets on both sides, middle, or off the road as he alternates like an organist between several options of billion decible horns (options: disco party whistle, thunderous elephant call, amplified cheap car horn -- other horn options likely present but at frequencies only perceptible to snakes and lizards) to warn people and livestock to run out of the way.
Despite the hot (but not really hot yet!) weather, we went out for a tres romantic Valentine's Day dinner at one of the nicer places in town, Bombay Anad Bhavan. It is an Indian chain around for 100 years. It is simple, something along the lines of a deli with seating. The waiters are barefoot, but it is relatively clean and tidy. We like it because their dishes are small, their menu is well labeled, and as we're still unfamiliar with the names of many foods, we'll order blindly and not be in too much of a bind if we don't like it. Our dinner cost two or three dollars, and we ate with spoons since we were feeling so fancy. Back home, I was surprised with a luxurious dessert of Cadbury chocolate bar (surface whitish and discolored from the heat) and watermelon.
We hope all are well back at home. We hear it's really cold in the northeast. A shout out to all who have sent letters and packages -- you can't begin to imagine how much excitement it brings! Again, thank you thank you.
Sorry for the lack of images; we will post more soon. But for now, the picture above should show us drenched in sweat.
If tomorrow you were to have a man jump out from a trash can, stick barbed arrowheads underneath your fingernails, and twist them around, all with a menacing look, would you want to know now? I'm not sure what would be better. I think about this often, as I think about the impending (and already uncomfortable) heat. Until recently, the days were hot, but relief would come as the sun went down, and the nights were refreshing, allowing for strolls and comments such as "it can really be beautiful here". However, Monday night, in a rude way, it did not cool down in the evening. Waited and waited, but sleep was uncomfortable that night. The following day was perceptably hotter, and again the night was ominously warm, and so on.
Does it make it better that we've been warned by giddy Indians about the scorching conditions that, believe it or not, haven't even started? Maybe yes -- we can pace our sweat glands -- or maybe no -- we're scared and tortured by their giddy omens, in a really bad way. Despite our ceiling fan and every window open last night, I slept in a film of sweat. I know a mosquito sat on my forehead, cheek and temple while I slept quietly, as I awoke with three bites on my face.
Alex had arranged with our go-to-guys at "Bombay Fridge and Electric" to install a rental A/C unit end of February. I had him call to have it delivered ASAP.
We have officially started thinking in rupees, as we still ride the terrifically crowded public bus to and from work, despite the heat. Our options are the more comfortable door to door $1 auto-rickshaw ride or the 6-cents-a-ride/people hanging off the side/oven on wheels, driven by a mustached menace to society who careens through the crowded streets on both sides, middle, or off the road as he alternates like an organist between several options of billion decible horns (options: disco party whistle, thunderous elephant call, amplified cheap car horn -- other horn options likely present but at frequencies only perceptible to snakes and lizards) to warn people and livestock to run out of the way.
Despite the hot (but not really hot yet!) weather, we went out for a tres romantic Valentine's Day dinner at one of the nicer places in town, Bombay Anad Bhavan. It is an Indian chain around for 100 years. It is simple, something along the lines of a deli with seating. The waiters are barefoot, but it is relatively clean and tidy. We like it because their dishes are small, their menu is well labeled, and as we're still unfamiliar with the names of many foods, we'll order blindly and not be in too much of a bind if we don't like it. Our dinner cost two or three dollars, and we ate with spoons since we were feeling so fancy. Back home, I was surprised with a luxurious dessert of Cadbury chocolate bar (surface whitish and discolored from the heat) and watermelon.
We hope all are well back at home. We hear it's really cold in the northeast. A shout out to all who have sent letters and packages -- you can't begin to imagine how much excitement it brings! Again, thank you thank you.
posted by Alex and Jeeyung at 1:13 AM
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