I’m a total wuss when it comes to hot and cold. When it’s cold, I hate life, and when it’s hot, I’m a sweaty mess (see photo to the right). It’s Australia Day in Oz, and the heat decided to come at us in full force. Instead of coffee, Pat, our flatmate and I went to get milkshakes in the morning, followed by a pick-up of some icy beers for the rest of the day. It was just turning noon when the daily photo was taken, and you can see how I’m already questioning the meaning of life.
It’s days like today when I wonder how people have the stamina to make it to the Big Day Out festival, or even go out and hang at Darling Harbour. You see, I’m a wuss; I melt very easily, and the heat makes me feel a bit crazy.
I’m reminded of the crazy heatwave we had while I was in Bishkek. I know, I talk a lot about Bishkek now, but there is a lot to talk about that I failed to talk about while I was actually in the city. It was a difficult process to make the proper updates in a place lacking good Internet.
Anyways, I attribute much of my decision to leave when I did to the crazy heatwave I was living through at the moment. It was so, so hot… like 44 Celsius hot (110 Fahrenheit)… and I lived on the 8th floor of an apartment building with no air conditioning. It was… hawwwt.
To make it worse, air conditioning anywhere in the city was hard to find. I hung out with my pal, Erica, and our goal for the days of the heatwave was to find a place we could hang out that had a bit of a chilling fan to sit in front of. Heck, I even resorted to calling people on the phone and trying to ask it in Russian before we decided to move.
Daytime became a nightmare, and nighttime was still too hot to sleep. Erica and I would stay up late having early 90s music parties while we devoured a chilled watermelon (Uzbek watermelons were quite tasty) and Erica tried to untangle a giant knot ball (heat makes you do crazy things). My couchsurfer would lie on the living room floor without moving for hours on end. It was not pleasant.
Eventually, a lot of things built up which resulted in me booking a ticket home, but I’m sure now that the heat is what pushed me over the edge. I needed to recharge and get stuff in order, and that had to be done somewhere else.
With that in mind, I thought I could pose the topic today of hot weather affecting travel. I know I would dislike traveling somewhere when it is freezing, but I would also not get much out of visiting a place that is sweltering since you simply can’t go outside without dying. When I was in Kyrgyzstan, a couple of my friends took a trip down to Dushanbe and they said the daytime heat got near 50 Celsius! Heat like that is severely limiting.
Have you had any issues on your travels where you were held back because it was just too damn hot? What did you do instead?