Was just in Phi Phi, it was so hot. We had no air con. Just a spinning fan and mice. I sweated every moment i was there. I sweated whilst i slept. I sweated whilst i walked. I sweated whilst i blinked. I even sweated in a freezing cold shower i would spend 8 hours of the day standing under. I don;t stop moaning about it. I dont stop thinking about it. Every moment i am conscious i am looking for some sort of cooling system. I walk past shops and open fridges and just stand there until the shop owners scream at me in Thai and push me out the door. I walk into restaurants and ask for ice cream so that i can just shove my face in it. I also order glasses of ice then put them under my arm pits. I see air conditioning units, and greet them with moist arms, beads falling down my cheeks like tears. I was once able to converse with other humans, they saw me as one of their own. But now, all i see when i look in their eyes is disgust and revoltion. On their dry lips i see the questions forming "whats wrong with this guy? Why is he so sweaty? Is he dying?" They hold their noses when they see me. I don't smell but the image of sweat just evokes feelins of FILTH and GROSSNESS in others.
My only friend is Air Con. Air Con is all i care about. I HEART Air Con. AIR CON HEARTS ME.....
Ahem...I'm now in Malaysia. Its further south. Its alot hotter. I think im washing away, dripping down the drain...
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ReplyDeleteWhoop - it does! Hello my lovelies, stop moaning Chris! Lis said you managed to meet up briefly - was everything ok? xx
ReplyDeletei did meet up yeah! It was lovely, they were both so nice! Didnt get to meet them for drinks the follwoing night though which was a shame, we were stuck on a boat snorkling all day!
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