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[shadowkat]

Conversations on Quatar with Bro...

Me (by email): How was Quatar?
Bro (by email): It was a trip. 2 nights and a day. Weird. Was like being in a hair dryer. Not recommended.
Me (by email): Hair dryer? Hmmmm...sounds like Arizona and Nevada in mid-August (by Arizona and Nevada - I mean Yuma and Why, Arizona (yes there is such a town and it is basically just a huge trailerpark) Quartzite (even bigger trailerpark with a flea market that goes on for miles), and Imperial Dam not Phoenix.)
[ETA - the conversation continued...]
Bro: 110 degrees.
Me: Yep, that's Yuma and Why. (hot enough to fry an egg on pavement.) 115 degrees last summer I heard. Gotta love the desert.
Bro: 90% humidity? No rain.
Me: 90% humidity?? I stand corrected that's something between Florida and Arizona on a bad day.
[this was all by email. A man of few words, my brother. He takes after my father - who is also into minimalism.]

Comments

[embers-log.livejournal.com]

Yeah they say that it isn't the heat, it's the humidity.... But I was in Tempe, AZ in August once, and when it is 110 degrees then it is just too hot to breathe!

[shadowkat67.livejournal.com]

Thank you. My brother seems to forget that there are places in the US just as bad. I remember Kansas City in the summers - you didn't go outside, you sat in air-conditioning.

[cactuswatcher.livejournal.com]

Actually it's been 110 in Tempe (where Masq lives) and over on this side of Phoenix several days this week. It's supposed to be 116 or 117 on Sunday.

I seen Quartzite. There are a lot more trailers there in the winter than there would be now. I guess it appeals to a certain kind of person.

[shadowkat67.livejournal.com]

As my bro would state - do you have 90% humidity with no rain??

Yeah, Quartzite...I've never been. Why and Yuma were frankly enough. Not a fan of the desert - it doesn't like me, I can't breath - regardless of what the temperature is outside. (allergic to dust and mold spores and whatever else is out there). But Quartzite has been described to me in detail by a very bewildered mother who visited her sister and (my grandmother/her mother) there once. She just did not understand the appeal. Nor do I, it sounds like a nightmare to be honest. But my aunt and Granny (may they both rest in peace) used to love it out there.

Quatar apparently is somewhere in Saudia Arabia...and a lot worse. I'd rather go to Arizona, not as long a trip and I don't have to have a male chaperon to meet me and escort me around, while I'm wrapped in fabric from head to toe.