It’s hot in Thailand. Really hot. The sort of sticky hot Memphis is in the summer…but a little wetter and a little hotter…downright sweltering in traffic. Being in a city of 12+ million gasoline-powered vehicle drivers doesn’t help the matter either…neither does hot and spicy food, or stagnant classrooms without air conditioning. We are now in what Thais call “the nice season,” which is preceded by “the rainy season,” which features daily monsoons and ridiculous amounts of rain—enough to turn alleys into canals deep enough to boat in. The few days last week it dipped to 70-75 (this is their winter, mind you), people were bundled up in hoodies and even scarves. What I’m really dreading is their summer or “hot season,” which, when inquired about, is described by Thais as “hot.” Great.