It was so hot.
Hot, chaud, caliente.
Pilgrims trudged and roasted. When they greeted other pilgrims they commented about the weather. It was melting everyone's minds. The weather was all that anyone could think or talk about.
It was so hot that I began to wilt.
It was so hot that I started getting heat rash in unmentionable places.
It was so hot that my sunscreen melted. I didn't even know that was possible but the oil and the cream actually began to separate.
It was so hot that the water in my camelback hose actually was the temperature of tea.
It was so hot that even though I had consumed over 6 liters I only remember urinating twice in 24 hours (although admittedly my brain was not fully functioning in the heat).
It was so hot that the earth was cracked and dusty. I felt cracked and dusty too.
Roasted, toasted, fried, baked, broiled, boiled, cooked, melted, nuked.
At the end of the day I sat down for dinner and the local lady said “mucho color” pointing to my face.
"Yeah, so hot!" I muttered. I literally couldn't think of anything else to say.