I have never been good with heat. This is – I’m sure by this point – a well-known fact. It begs the question why on earth I would choose to go on contract in Brazil. I think I might have blocked out the fact that every ship that comes to this area ends up baking. It seems the A/C is never quite cool enough.
I keep my room almost as cold as an ice box, but I’m one of the lucky ones, much of B-deck has barely functioning air conditioning, which is unpleasant to say the least.
So, until things cool off a bit, I’m spending most of my breaks in my little private refrigerator; trying (and failing) to catch up on my sleep.
At least, I was until my air conditioning went out…
Karma…