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7:27am on Tuesday, 20th July, 2010:
As is usual in hotels in hot countries, this room has air conditioning. Also as is usual, the air conditioning has settings that range from Arctic to Arctic. No matter what you do to them, they always give the same temperture, and it's the same in Farenheit as the outside termperature is in Celsius.
Our room's air conditioning has the further innovation of blasting the air across the room. Our bed is 5 metres away from the a/c, yet I could feel it blowing on my face even though there's a sofa arm that should theoretically be in the way.
A second factor comes into play at this point. I have a bit of a blocked nose at the moment, so have to breathe through my mouth. I woke up in the middle of the night, and my tongue was completely dry from exposure to the harsh, Arctic winds. Worse, it had cracks in it where there ought not to be cracks. They're really painful — I was worried that when I started to talk, the words would all come out babb babb babb, but I do seem to be able to communicate well enough.
The air conditioning goes off if you open the window or, for no apparent reason, put on the light in the bathroom. Maybe tonight we'll do one or the other...
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