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Temat: I'm so hot!
Tatiana S.:
Jarek A.:You're damn right. 85% humidity in the morning, combined with a 90 degree heat used to sweep me off my feet. Funnily, it usually got to not more than 50% just a few hours later.
Dry & hot = good.
Humid & hot = not good, not good at all.
In Austin, of course.
My first day in the States, I got off the plane at Newark Intl Airport... 100F and 100% humidity... I thought I landed in hell...
A hot summer day in NYC can drive anyone insane. Pavement gets so hot that you can feel the heat coming from the streets more than the sun. Thousands of people with huge wet stains on their backs, dripping of sweat, sluggishly walking from their place of business into dark, smelly, moisture filled, gray subways where temperature and humidity reaches uncanny measures. Waiting for a subway is a nightmare; it could be no more then 5 minutes, yet they feel like an eternity, some guy with a Se playing traditional Chinese melodies, during any other season would be refreshing, now however it drives you up the wall, it sounds wave around the platform like the hot air outside. Subway carts are usually air conditioned, but during the rush hour traffic, when millions are trying to get back home into their cool apartments the stench of body odor is sometimes unbearable. Wet arms, tee shirts and shorts everywhere you move, tired faces red from the heat, breathing heavy down your neck. Every station in Manhattan is underground, it takes two, three or four flights of stairs to crawl out of the tunnel... when you finally do, the breath of fresh air that you expect never comes; instead you get the hot yellow son on your face and now the heat also attacks your senses from underneath your feet.
In outer boroughs, kids open fire hydrants to cool off streets and create a place where they can play and bring the temperature down just a notch. Lemonade stands spring all around and for a measly 50 cents you can get a glass of tap water with some lemon juice squeezed in. Water guns replace bicycles. Old men sit around opened garage doors and play domino while sipping some cheap beer, while chickens and turkeys run around the streets of Brooklyn. Only breeze is one of the passing car. Cigarettes are a challenge, each time you try to light one, they become wet from your fingers, so you hold them by the filter and hope that you won't catch those water drops, dripping from hundreds of humming AC units... summer in NYC... love it...
Rafal W. edytował(a) ten post dnia 30.07.08 o godzinie 02:24
