This picture pretty much says it all.
Yep, 106 degrees. (that’s 41.1 for the Celsius crew) By 8:30 am, it’s already 95 degrees. (35 C)
Coming from Houston, I’ve spent plenty of summers sweating and suffering, so I’ve been really curious about how hot, and more importantly, how uncomfortable it gets here. Does hot even feel hotter once you surpass 110? I guess it won’t be long until I find out. It isn’t too humid here yet (although I hear it’s coming), so that makes it a bit more bearable than if it was 106 in Houston.
Earlier this week, the restless wind was whipping up the sand and dust into a big, foggy mess. The entire Burj Khalifa was barely visible through the haze, and the heat beat down with uncompromising persistence. “This is my introduction to summer-time in the desert,” I thought. Oh, wait, it’s still spring…