I have a love-hate relationship with the Japanese summer. Summer, like our beleaguered Australian Prime Minister Julia Gillard, is supposed to be over; but, also like Julia, it continues to stubbornly stick around.
My love-hate relationship can be summarised thus:
- For about 3 to 4 months, at any time of the day or night, you only need a T-shirt.
- Sitting outside on balmy summer evenings, listening to the sounds of small-town life.
- The humidity in the air makes one’s skin feel soft and seems to relieve muscle pain.
- Sleeping is difficult.
- The humidity in the air makes one’s skin feel sticky.
- At the slightest movement one sweats like George W Bush at a press conference. Yes, it really is that uncomfortable.