boiling point

Here’s my new word for the constant suffocating temperatures that have a vice-like hold on dusty Managua: insoportable.

(Translation: UNBEARABLE.)

Up until the past few weeks, I thought I was holding up pretty well. I mean, come on, how many 100 + degree days did I survive annually in S. Texas?

So I thought I was tough. Unlike practically everyone I know here, I’d managed to sleep (comfortably) for 11 months straight with no fan.

But no more..

Today I took 3 showers, drank 3 bottles of water/Gatorade, intentionally went to lunch in an air-conditioned restaurant just to lower my body temperature to a tolerable level where I didn’t feel feverish, and took a taxi home just because it would mean less time out in the insoportable afternoon sun.

My body has reached a tipping/breaking/boiling point. And the horrible thing is, the air the fan inside blows at me is hotter than the air outside.

For the love of God, LET IT RAIN!