THE LOWER LEVELS

It hovered around eighty in the downtown for part of the day, so I can only imagine what those folks in Delhi must be going through at one hundred and twenty. I spent several hours in relatively low level discomfort. Achy calves, sore hip, mild throbbing. Heat. In Delhi I would probably be dead by now. They're having freak weather over there. Texas had freak weather last week. Also, flooding and exceptional rain in Southern China (Kwan Tung province).

Still, that heat.

Thickened blood, leg pains, the edge of dehydration.

From lunch till getting home was unpleasant, painful, frustrating. It's below seventy right now. Good thing tomorrow should be ten degrees cooler than today. Today every step up a slope felt like I was trekking up a steep mountain side in the mountains, desperate to get away from the tigers and malaria of the plains. Excelsior! Within acceptable limits.

Stick to the lower levels, but avoid the random crazies.
Like the naked man in Portsmouth Square.
Probably a splendid fellow.

Russel, who had pneumonia nearly three months ago, is finally fit enough for teatime. I had kind of avoided the bakery for several weeks, but for some reason I suspected he might be there again, first time in ages. He was. Which is how I got to hear about the disastrous flooding in Tung Kuen (東莞), which lies between Hong Kong and Kwangchow.
Robert went off on a memory tangent related to the place.
Something about midnight snacks.
食宵夜。



Other than feeling wearied by the heat for several hours it was a good and productive afternoon. And I got to see interesting things. I'm fully recovered and rehydrated now.



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