I never thought I could feel so cold in Thailand. I am used to drowning in puddles of my own sweat in between the short distance from my condo to the doors of the BTS. In fact, when I came back from a colder Christmas at home, I stowed away the only warm jacket I had. Perks of living in a tropical country.
I am regretting putting it away where I can’t reach it (I am vertically challenged). There has been a 20 degree drop in temperature over the course of the day and the cold, cold wind is leaving me having flashbacks of my life so far.
85 people so far have died from the cold in Taiwan. Vietnam has seen snow. There are icicles growing from every lamppost in Hong Kong and Bangkok with it’s usual 36 degree weather is now struggling under fur coats larger than the person wearing them.
Apparently there is a cold wave flowing down from Siberia to parts of the tropics whose idea of ‘winter’ is wearing shorts on a beach while sipping sunset coloured cocktails. On the plus side, you get to see some really fugly winter jackets (clearly no one knows how to deal with a different temperature here).
For those of you who say that climate change is a made up thing – my thick scarf says hi.