Heh. I think I had that yesterday when I peeked out of the window on the train home...
That (travel) wind doesn't cool at all was one of my 40°C+ discoveries. The other is that my dog was made for much higher temperatures than me, she had no problems running around as ever in 32°C at 22h, while I... took it slowly. Then again, the Friday night teens on the street, or at least part of them, were fine, too. (BTW, I could write a diary about teen culture here in the countryside... I mean, Friday night programme: buy a bottle of wine or heavier and silently[!] drink yourself stiff on a street corner with friends...) *Traitor*, n. A benighted individual who perceives an illusory distinction between serving his nation and abetting the criminals who govern it.
A friend of mine used to call that kind of wind "a blowtorch". Can the last politician to go out the revolving door please turn the lights off?
if it's dry, you can carry around a small spray bottle filled with water, and take advantage of the evaporation for cooling.
I practised pouring water on my head from a bottle of water (which I also drank from). The trouble was that once the bottle was half-full, it heated up rather quickly, and even the evaporation cooling wasn't much. *Traitor*, n. A benighted individual who perceives an illusory distinction between serving his nation and abetting the criminals who govern it.
Of course, this isn't 42C ... hot days this summer have topped out around 35C (much hotter, of course, inside the truck for the unloaders on the box line), but the humidity is certainly well over the 5% mark ... when I'm beginning to sweat at 0530 and the mists in the pre-dawn light show that its near 100% humidity, I know its going to be a fun day in the warehouse. Utsukushikereba sore de ii
