I’m a Brit.
I’m a TYPICAL Brit – as in, we always complain about the weather!
One of my own personal pet-hates is AC.
When he and I spend a night in a hotel anywhere in the world we have a constant fight.
Him : AC on full blast. Also the TV.
ME : Turn it all off.
Him : Shout and cuss and turn it all back on again.
And so on and so on.
I swear to God that AC, to me, means INSTANT ILLNESS. From blocked nose to thumping headache to sore throat to fatigue to full-blown flu.
When was the last time you saw a Bedouin on his camel humping (!?) around an AC unit?
AND – did you know that Bedouin and all other desert dwellers cover themselves from head to foot in either linen or WOOL?
OMG. How do they survive?
Don’t bother answering.
P.S. I have a huge fondness for the kind of bathing suit shown above. So much sexier than budgie smugglers :o)
Legionnaires’ disease, anyone?