Here the Saharan breeze is accompanied with a flocking of fine sand particles that seem to settle in every mechanical and organic crevice. I begin to sweep the sand from my room and break out in a sweat. Such a tiny act of physical labour makes my head light, maybe I really need to think about the way I expend energy in this 39 degree heat. By my third day the malaria pills create a nausea that eats away at my stomach, the heat makes me faint. I should have drank more water. If I’d reached for the water bottle first before my camera perhaps I’d not be limited to writing from bed now.
I’ve learnt the hard way that a regular cup of tea is not adequate hydration.
So while I’m upping my water consumption to 5 litres a day to re-hydrate my shrivelled organs, let me share the photographs I’ve taken the last couple of days, a few postcards if you like, from Saint Louis. Isn’t the light gorgeous here?
