Back to high temperatures, to one’s shirt sticking to one’s back, to being covered in a film of perspiration almost all the time. It’s uncomfortable. I went out for a walk at 6.30 a.m. It’s not so hot I thought. But by 7.30 when I got back to our flat, I was flicking the sweat off my forehead before it could run into my eyes. Did I mention it’s uncomfortable? I guess I’ll adjust given time but on balance, I’d rather be in Auckland!