Hot, hot, HOT

New Delhi weather this morning: clear, windy, and hot. Hot for India, which is hot for anyone. Hot. 112 degrees and very windy. What does that feel like? Imagine standing in front of a hair dryer built for King Kong, minus the noise, and add a heat-lamp.

I walked outside the hotel for 9 seconds, and saw a camel with a deflated hump, crying. I turned on my heels and went back inside to towel off. The camel’s going to be OK – he’s in my room, drinking out of the sink in the bathroom. Pity the housekeeping staff.

I’m not built for this heat. I have nothing appropriate I can wear because in a Speedo, I’d frighten the children. And most adults.