Heat verses humidity reminds me of a funny story... If I may decorate the thread a little.
I was two weeks in Tucson a few years ago, I took my pipe. It was wonderful being in 90-100F weather with NO humidity (for the first day). I could actually enjoy being outside without immediately getting drenched in sweat, which is just how we do it in Alabama. I smoked my pipe as we strode about our little corner of the Sonoran Desert. But, that night at about midnight, I woke up unable to process oxygen. My throat was parched to the vocal chords and I couldn't talk, breath, spit...
I crawled to my girlfriend's bag and guzzeled all of the liquids, grapefruit juice (blech), Shasta (blech), (why do chicks drink such lousy concoctions?) anything liquid, and made my way over to the hotel room's little sink and just started breathing in the hot water, inhaling it, through my nose, mouth, eyes.
Thoughts were running through my head, "do I have throat cancer?" "was it the pipe?" "OMG I'm dying."
Then minutes after I could finally gurgle in and out, breathing the water. My girfriend wakes up, coughing, gagging...
It was an "Aha" moment. There was no water in the air. Our Alabama, 100% humidity bodies were rejecting the dry desert air. "This place is uninhabitable," was my conclusion. I immediately went to the nearest drug store and bought a humidifier to run in our room every night. No more problems. Pipe back in hand for the rest of the trip.
But, when we checked out, I turned to look at the room, and everything seemed moist, damp, soupy even, a slice of Alabama. But, it was such a relief to land back in Birmingham, step off the plane, and get hit with that wonderful sultry Alabama air that immediately fogs your glasses, reminding us that it THIS air was safe to breathe. :
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