After five weeks of blissful heat in India (with the exception of the wait in the Delhi train station for three hours that rivaled Tibet at times), we weren't ready to go back to China.
China is cold. China isn't near the equator. China doesn't have colorful sarees.
And so on and so forth. But the worst part is the cold. We went from skirts and sandals and wishing for short dresses to wishing for a winter coat while bundled up in three to four layers.
I alone was wearing a thick pair of socks (any more and I wouldn't have fit in my shoes), leg warmers, leggings (the punjabi bottoms), pants, short-sleeved shirt, long-sleeved shirt, Scottevest, and Marmot. And my icebreaker hat, the sarong at the beach by way of a scarf, and gloves.
And still chattering with cold if I stayed still too long.
We're drinking hot water again (I missed this hot water in Nepal! I missed it because you could boil it and in a moment have sterilized, hot water), we're hearing Chinese again (I used to like the sound of it… but not after Hindi— it's too tonal after Hindi).
I have ideas for a blog post… ideas for fleshing out my worlds… and I'm running through them as we hike up 800 stairs to the Moon Palace— a hole in a mountain that looks like the full 'moom.'
And it's cold. It's about 5-6°C, which translates into 41 to 43°F. It's not nearly as cold as it was in Tibet, thank God— I don't think we'd survive otherwise— and it's going to get warmer as we go to Hong Kong, but at the moment I'm just praying my body doesn't get sick from the sudden temperature change.
When we came back home from the Galápagos, after just two weeks in the sunshine, and walked to the car in New York's November cold, we were sick for weeks afterward. I think we had the sniffles well into December.
We have electric blankets on the beds that make me want to go to sleep… even though I know I couldn't possibly be sleepy. I slept at least 4 hours in the airport, at least 3 hours more in the plane. I've done well on 7 hours before, and I have things I want to catch up on, things I want to do.
But the electric blanket is warm, and on top of the electric blanket I'm in my sleeping bag, and on top of that is a comforter. And now just thinking about it I'm getting sweaty. I'll probably crawl out of my sleeping bag before I go to bed so that when I wake up in the morning things don't seem so cold.
I can't wait for the equator! I want to put on my dress again and just go walking around barefoot. Winter's overrated. There's not even any snow here to make up for the COLD!