Rajahmundry is hot. And humid. Everyone on my trip so far has been asking how I’ve been bearing the heat. In Goa (and Hyderabad and Bangalore) everyone said, “It’s so hot! How can you manage?” I said that it was hot in Kolkata, and hot in Goa and humid in both places. I’ve been okay. In some ways, after the cold of the Colorado winter I just left, this has been a nice change. Those first few days I was in Kolkata it got up to about 38 degrees C, which is near 100 Fahrenheit. But here in Rajahmundry, with the humidity and all, it feels about 15 degrees (or more) hotter! I don’t know how hot it really is. I just know that I don’t love these rules about clothing they have here in India. And being in the villages now I should be even more careful that I don’t show too much leg or (gasp!) a bra strap. Sorry folks, but that’s probably going to happen. It’s too hot not to wear sleeveless. And those straps keep slipping. I’m sweaty, gross, and slippery. Those scarves we wear with our salwar top (the chunnis) sure come in handy when you’re dripping. It’s really disgusting, though. I literally ran out of the deodorant I brought on this trip around India and had to go to the store with my second cousin Moses to get more. But enough complaining about the heat.