I'm Melting Melting

So you think you know hot… you don't know anything until you've been to China, even Shanghai, which is kind of like going to the geographic equivalent of Sacramento of Canada+the States.  Just imagine this, you're walking down the street, and all of a sudden, a rain cloud appears over you and begins to pour rain.  You think, "well this is rather unfortunate," and you're trying desperately to dry yourself off, but it just keeps raining buckets. And then you get home and you want to take a shower, but all your clothes have stuck to you.  We left the room about 1.2 hours a day for a week straight.  We woke up at 8am and then stayed indoors until about 8pm when we dare to venture out for substance.  It was fun.  But I was just plum hot.  It was like being in a Hot Pot, but not fun, because you’re basically cooking instead of vegetables and animals.  Speaking of food, I’m a huge eater, I’m not gonna lie.  Even if I’m stuffed after a huge bowl of noodles... there’s always room for Oreos!  But let me tell you, in the heat, you really don’t want to eat.  I think we had one meal a day at most, plus one packet of crackers or chips, and at least 12 Hi-Chews.  Everyday.  For an entire week.  But for real, I honestly felt like the Wicked Witch of the West, except the water was like acid to her, and she never came back.

This is third day in a row having Ramen.  

The heat and humidity combined was a little scary.