A note about the weather

They say that to boil someone alive you have to put them in cold water and heat it up gradually, rather than put them in boiling water. It’s something about not realising you are being boiled, (it’s also the best way to boil an egg by the way.)
I feel I am being boiled alive by the Japanese weather, each day as I wander slowly around the streets of Tokyo, I wonder which will happen first, will my blood boil or my skin melt? Today it was 36°C, and the humidity was a whopping 85%, which meant, according to my app, the temperature felt like 43 degrees. Yesterday, was cooler; it felt only 38° (31° +85% humidity). That was the calm before the storm, the typhoon that was blowing in. In Britain, a storm clears the air, But, here, the rain that cascaded down was warm enough to make a half decent cup of tea. The kind of cup of tea you could get on the railway station in Olomouc. As my cousin Tim pointed out, you only get an ‘oo’ with typhoon. (A niche British marketing joke from the 80s there.) The air was certainly not cleared, it feels like you'd walked into a room where a couple have been arguing about the control of the remote.

I’m not a hot weather type of person, I sweat too much and my sweat starts to sweat. I also seem to be allergic to my own sweat, so it is fair to say I’ve not done too much exploring in my first few days here. I have sought out shopping centres where the air con chills you to the bone, making you wish you’d brought your coat. I have scurried along in the shade like a 1940s movie villain, but if you are expecting photos of temples, neon lit streets and other Japanazzamatazz (sorry), you’ll have to wait until autumn.