Ever wonder what 43C (109F) looks like? As we huddled indoors, thankful for the Saharawy ('swamp') cooler, men were piling wheat sheaves onto carts. It is a wonder that they can work in this heat. The sky was a hazy gray -- which Dad said would be a sure sign of a storm back in the homeland. But no rain -- no respite -- here.
The haze continued throughout the day, even when we ventured out into the oven-like temperatures this evening for dinner beside the Nile. Everything looked slightly melted. I think we all feel slightly melted. I'm going to pour myself into a refreshing shower and then prostrate myself under the ceiling fan. All hail the god of the ceiling fan!
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