Back in Fukuoka

Back home in Fukuoka. Ahhhh the heat. It was 37 C when the plane touched town, and it's wet too. I feel like I'm swimming through custard. I don't know why this is surprising, after all Fukuoka is on the same latitude at Georgia, USA. It's just such a shock to the system after the cool of Canada. My apartment was roasted. It took a full 24 hours with the air-conditioning blowing full-blast before walls and floors cooled. Even now when I open a drawer or cupboard, a blast of hot air floats up into my face.



FUK: It's good to be home.


Anyway, I've adapted now. Like the old Japanese men I've taken to wearing a towel around my head, and a vest to soak up the sweat. That, or I just wander around in my underwear.

And leaving you with that image I'll sign off.