It's difficult to comprehend how hot this really feels unless you are here - a bit like not being able to appreciate the speed of Andy Roddick's serve unless you had a seat on centre court.
To give you some idea, my June mornings went something like this:
4am - wake up sweltering despite the aircon and with the sun streaming through the gaps in the blackout curtains. Try to go back to sleep.
4.30am - Just nodding off again, when the Mullah has other ideas. I know the call to prayer is supposed to be a peaceful refrain but at that time of the morning it's just not.
5.00am - Garbage truck arrives loudly just outside bedroom window.
5.30am - Give up on sleep. Turn on shower to wait for water to run cold.
5.35am - Give up on cold water and take hot shower under cold tap.
6.30am - Collect paper from garden. Plastic wrapper is practically melting in the heat. Breakfast then do teeth in hot water - YUK!
7.45 am - Drop girls at school. Open door to car and walk into what can only be described as the feeling of a large industrial hairdryer on the highest heat setting blowing sand in your face.
8.00am - Get back to car which is now an ambient 48C. Sweat. Sweat some more.
8.30am - Back home. Take another warm shower under the cold tap and dream of snow.
Wish you were here?
