holy snot!

It's hot out!

It's about a million degrees in the narrow gaps between the skyscrapers with the hot pavement off-gassing heat upwards, and the sun beating downwards. I have to say that 35 degrees C is way way way hotter in Tokyo than it was in Santo Domingo. What this city needs are big, leafy trees, a good ocean breeze and a massive downsizing. But maybe I shouldn't wish for that. Another good shake (say a magnitude 9 or so) could do all of that pretty quickly. Ok, maybe not the trees, but you know what I mean.

Sam and I went out for a little adventure today, and just about cooked ourselves. We had a lovely time, though. He bought himself some charming fake wounds and a fake cigarette that really smokes! We had a naughty McD lunch and then staggered home before we collapsed.

Makes me really appreciate our severly underused pool... Yes, I am even getting wet - it's hot and humid enough for me to drag my butt off of the lounge chair (in the shade) and float about in the shallow end of the pool. Ahhhhh.....

Still playing with our wish list for next year. Currently, it looks like Santiago, Havana, Bucharest and Caracas. Prague is probably off the list, as the position is not quite right for Steve. Personally, I'd like a list that goes: Santiago, Santiago, Santiago, Santiago, Santiago. It just looks so nice, and it's in the same time zone as Canada, which makes the 18-hour trip somewhat less horrific.

Anyway, off to a shindig with the Aussies. Steak sandwiches, yum yum.