It's cold and the breeze blows harder than you want. During the day you can't wait for the cool nights. During the day the heat and humidity collude trampling all in their wake. Hills fade in the afternoon haze. Dogs lay dead-still.
Villagers bend back beneath the suns heated slashing.
A land of farmers, old men and women share the chore of irrigating. Balancing a wooden pole on their backs with buckets suspended on either end, they stealthily walk barefoot between furrows while pouring water onto plants. During the day buffalo tethered on rope graze brown circles bordered by a green outside their reach, while elephants wait patiently for the night when they are used to illegally log teak. The antipodes of new and old contrast violently between the country and the city. But that is during the day and now the cold breeze returns you to the present.