I breathed in a hot breeze, even on the motorbike. The air was viscous and I rode through pools of hotter air, like currents in a body of water. The atmosphere felt heavy; wading through a molasses dream. My own 'Famished Road' merging of heat induced dreams in daylight. 38 degrees in the shade and sitting at a red light on the black sun beat tarmac I felt myself turning to glue.

Cool water bottle from the fridge to the temples and ankles. I sat rehydrating in the still shade and watched the slowly moving people walk around the market. The covered walkways between the many shops made perusing the wooden goods bearable. I even purchased myself a set of chopsticks.

Cloud cover comes as a welcome relief, below the relentless sun. Sodden clouds bearing a false witness to cooling rain bring a brief respite. Life through my tinted lenses appears a fraction more animated.