So, I am in Atlanta, Georgia. It is hot as Hell. I mean the heat is Hellish. And, it is humid. Humid as in the Atlantic ocean is humid.
But fear not, for this is the self-proclaimed greatest nation on the Earth and beyond, so, everywhere is air-conditioned.
Indeed, my hotel room is air-conditioned. Unfortunately it very old air-conditioning. The kind of antiquated air-conditioning that kicks out a steady stream of cold air until the minimum temperature is reached (which seems to be not very low – a kind of Purgatory heat rather than your full on Lucifer-like). And then, it shuts itself down, allowing the room to reheat, until kicking back in every ten minutes or so.
Now the impact of the aircon on the temperature is not great. The unit has been installed under the window and is half obscured by a sofa. So, half the cold air gets trapped the wrong side of the curtain; the other half is blocked by the sofa. And, as I found out this morning, it seems to condense, so that the carpet surrounding the unit is, well, moist – which, I must admit is not an entirely unpleasant barefoot experience.
And so, the impact of the aircon on the ambient temperature of the room is far from optimal. But, the machine is certainly impactful. In the auditory sense. It bloody well rattle and hums like a rattling and humming thing. All night long. It would rattle and hum for a good forty-five minutes solid until the temperature behind the curtain and between itself and the sofa had cooled sufficiently to cause a damp patch, and, then there would be ten minutes of Heavenly silence, until the damn thing kicked back into life again.
And so, what with the jet lag and the intermittent rattle and hum, a good night sleep was not to be had.
…..I am surviving on coffee, Coke (the stuff they make in Atlanta rather than the powder, unfortunately), and by avoiding contact with my erstwhile UK colleagues.