And I’m not talking about any of that pussy Texas heat either!
So we’re heading to the Strait of Bab el Madeb at the ass end of the Red Sea and it’s 102 degrees. The humidity had to have been at 100 percent.
I dropped down to the hangar bay at about 1500 today, and you could see the fucking air! It was swirling around the planes, eddying in circles near the elevator doors, you could even see folks breathe it in! Supposedly the moisture in the air attracts desert dust.
Everything is damp; decks, planes, dinnerware, racks…
I am fucking miserable.
Gimmee -10 degrees for three months. I could always put on another sweater.
ha ha!! welcome to the mideast neighbor.
when my unit was there (US Army Infantry, 10th Mt.ID), we had to ruck through that shit heat, and just try drinking water out of 102 degree canteens, the water’s hot, but damned if i even hesitated to drink the stuff. Oh, and try spend a few weeks “out in the field” while your there, taking care of natures business in the desert is no fun my friend. Good luck. When all’s done with, you’ll remember this as an experience you’ll remember to forget.
Well, goodness gracious—no wonder they’re all so crabby in the Mideast and always trying to kill each other! We should just send them some air conditioners and ice-cold lemonade, and the whole Arab/Israeli thing could be worked out in a jiffy!
oh, and take a wild guess at the cure for jock itch the locals have…
pick up the local dirt or sand, and rub a dub dub.
i love when people have wonderful new experiences.
Excuse me ? Chief, Texas heat is not pussy heat ! I’ll have you know that it can and does get up to 105 and higher here.
And the humidity is almost enough to drown a person.
And you do have a whole ocean to swim in, so quityerbitchin.
I feel your pain, sorta. When I first moved north I had to wear wool socks for 6 months. I couldn’t get over how the water & the shady side of the rocks were always cold even in what they use for a heat wave around here.
But the blood eventually thickened up and now I’m loving it. Around here if you have a decent (expendable) 4x4 you can always find snow even at the end of summer. Last September I plowed my truck into the last snow drift on our favorite hill and then stripped and rolled around in it. The air was about 85 F, I coulda laid there in the sun all day except I didn’t want to sunburn the tallywhacker.
Cool air is a wonderful thing. Of course, if you keep going north you can find the serious industrial duty stuff. That kind of cold is beyond fun, where your spit will freeze before it hits the ground, getting wet can be fatal, that sort of thing. But I’d take even that before I go back to simmering in my own fat. We visited Tombstone AZ last summer and when we pulled out I can assure you I was stoked to be flying north. Take off, eh.
I hear you Chief, but I love the weather you’re talking about.
Y’know it is the VERY best weather conditions for afternoon siesta sex? Weren’t aware? Well let me tell you. You and your partner retire after lunch, move the bed so it’s right under the ceiling fan.
(Air conditioning? I don’t think so, it’s for wimps, and besides it’s only a noise to distract you from the heat.)
Now if you do it right, in no time, everything will be dripping in sweat, and when it’s over as you both fall back fully reclined beneath the ceiling fan, the movement of that little bit of air will seem like a gale force ocean breeze. Turns out, when you get hot enough you get the chills! What a sensation.
Granted, your current location doesn’t lend itself easily to arranging these circumstances.
Give me the heat over the cold any day. I live in the great white north and have been convinced, my entire life, that a grevious error was made, I was meant to be born in the steaming tropics.
Back when I was about fourteen years old, I spent the summer in Cairo, Egypt. My family was over there because my stepfather worked with GE as a safety engineer when they installed gas turbines around the world.
We had air conditioning in our apartment, but I can still remember walking outside during the day. It was like hitting a wall as you tried to drag the thick air into your lungs and the sweat beaded up immediately all over your body.
We would watch the weather forecast on the television, and whenever they said that it was going to hit 40 degrees, we just decided to stay inside.
There’s a “heat wave” here in Berkeley. Made the front page of the Oakland paper. 85º in the shade, and plenty of shade.
It was a “record” for this particular day of May.
I didn’t even know until my sons came in and told me.
I don’t have air conditioning and didn’t even fee the need for a window fan.
Your description made me physically ill. I would not have sex like that if you paid me a million dollars in cash on the spot. That is just GROSS! YUCK.
I grew up in southern Arizona where it could reach the 120s in the summer, and the hottest months also happened to be the rainy season. Oh, and most houses had evaporative coolers instead of a/c so on those humid days you had no cooler. I hated every day of the 25 years I lived there and if I never saw another day over 70 I’d die happy. Give me a good snowy climate and take your slimy, sweaty sex weather elsewhere. Here is a case of deoderant to take with you ::gag::
That definitely does sound miserable Chiefy. Its 50 degrees and rainy here today. I’m not a huge heat person anyways but warmer would be better. Here’s to cooler times ahead for you.
Ick, heat! I was miserable when I lived on Guam. I actually looked forward to the typhoons because at least the wind cooled the damn place off. I tell ya, I practically lived in the ocean when I lived there. Give me a blizzard any day.
I am sooo jealous. I miss Israel. I hated that heat when I was there, but your post just reminds me of my weekend excursion to Sinai, and swimming with the dolphins in the Red Sea. It was kind of funny, because it was so intensely humid, and no one in the US believed me - there’s a pervading idea that the Middle East is one big desert.
That’s hot ? We used to come up from the machinery spaces into those temperatures just to cool down!
Seriously though, you must be near to Djibouti. The heat there is like beating beaten till the wind is knocked out of you, even sweat won’t cool you down because it’s evaporated as soon as it appears.
We found that the sun reflecting off the Red Sea was pretty bad too.