It's getting hot in here.
Well we're one day in to the arrbaa'oon - the Forty Hottest Days. We'd heard rumours, whispers in the crowd. Nervous, shifty whispers. Around here the arrbaa'oon have a "those-we-do-not-speak-of" sort of presence. We don't know why the hottest days are in Spring and not in Summer. And how do the locals know exactly when they will start? Not sure - something to do with the moon. Earlier this week a student cautiously approached the subject in class: "Teacher... they start on Thursday." It was the way he said "they" that got to me - that and collective simultaneous grimacing of his classmates. Nobody likes the Forty Hottest Days.
Anyway, with deadly accuracy, he was right. The humidity is choking; the sun oppressive, violent. Yesterday we went snorkelling again (Thursday being the Yemeni Saturday) and that was a relief. Now it's Friday morning; one down, thirty-nine to go.
Recipe: cover country in sand; place in oven, bake until golden brown and completely dehydrated - about forty days.
posted by Cricket on the Hearth @ 4:45 PM
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4 Comments:
I know I don't have to tell you to keep hydrated but being older and wiser (?) I will.
DRINK YOUR WATER!!
~allison
That is an AWESOMELY AWESOME view! Is that out back in your dooryard- cause if it is, I'm a comin' to Yemen!
Hey Tanya! We would LOVE for you to come to Yemen! But just so we're not falsely advertising anything, our particular stretch of the coast consists of a rockier desert landscape; the sand is just to the east of us, and also to the west. Our home is on volcanic soil, so it's not as soft:)
Oh, and don't worry Allison, we're drinking lots and lots of water:) Otherwise we'd pass out in the classroom.
Well-hydratedly yours,
Yemeni Cricket
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