The Climate of Monrovia

Such a perfect description of how I felt in Monrovia: "One doesn't know what to do with oneself here. Inside, it's hot; outside, it's hot. It is impossible to walk, impossible to sit, lie down or drive. Such temperatures drain all energy, sensation, curiosity. What does one think about? How to get through the day. OK, morning is already past. Good, noon is over. Dusk is finally approaching. But there isn't much relief at dusk; things are hardly better. Dusk too is stifling, sticky, slimy. And evening? The evening steams with a hot, smothering mist. And night? Night envelops us like a wet, burning sheet." --Ryszard Kapuscinski, "The Shadow of the Sun"