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Summer in the city
1. A desert. A quick list of dry things. Everyone back home keeps asking me how the weather is. Dry. That's probably the easiest way of putting things. I don't think I've ever gone this long without seeing rain or carving my way through humidity. At this point, I think I'm getting used to it, but that kind of worries me. I'll be returning home in mid-August to finish up school, which means I'll be back in the thick hot air of Louisiana. Is it going to be twice as bad now that I've settled into this dry zone? -Angelle 2 comments from 2 users
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posted by
adampayne
on Jul 11, 2008 at 01:00 PM
This isn't even dry for Bako-land. The humidity has been extremely high by historic standards for this town. The clouds of smoke have a lot to do with holding some of the monsoon moisture that comes up through Arizona in the early weeks of summer this year and last. Forget rain in this part of the world, I think more rain has fallen on the Sahara than we've seen these past two years. In years past you could always try rubbing your arms together to start a fire for the bareque. Not now. I've stayed in New Orleans in late August, and it is tough there with the heat and high humidity, but New Orleans would get hosed down with some regular rainfall to keep things at a tolerable level, and there was always plenty of cool places to hang out in. Not many cool places for anyone to hang out in Bako-land.
posted by
Rickldo
on Jul 11, 2008 at 01:33 PM
When I first moved to La. in '95, it was mid-Sept. It was hot here, but stepping off the bus in Alexandria was the most shocked I've been by weather since my West-Pac tour stop in Okinawa with the Marines in '81. I could not catch my breath! In four years I never got used to the humidity. I feel for you...
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