The thermometer has gone crazy (and no one cares)
Ah, the wonderful heat wave that turns Mexico into a gigantic convection oven. Because nothing says “summer” like sweating your guts out in 27 different states. The National Meteorological Service, those anonymous heroes who confirm the obvious, report temperatures of up to 43 degrees, with a thermal sensation that borders on 49. Yes, basically the weather decided to imitate a Finnish sauna, but without the option of running out.
Cities competing for the title of “least habitable place”
In Apatzingán, Michoacán, the thermometer read 43 degrees, because why live comfortably when you can do it in a pressure cooker? Mérida, Yucatán, was not far behind with its 41 degrees (47 sensation, because the hot air is like an unwanted hug). And not to mention southern Veracruz, where 42 degrees make the asphalt melt faster than politicians’ promises.
But not everything is extreme suffering. In Tapachula, Chiapas, the thermometer settled for 31 degrees, which in comparison seems almost cool. What a relief! Just a little hotter than hell, but with better food.
The SMN and its “no-duh” report
The SMN, in its eternal wisdom, announces that the environment will continue to be “hot to very hot.” Thanks, Sherlock. Although, for a change, the north of the country will have rain, because the weather in Mexico always plays to extremes: either you cook or you drown. Coahuila, Zacatecas and Nuevo León will have showers, because nothing balances infernal heat better than a sudden deluge.
And in case anyone still had doubts, here is the list of cities competing for the “Who wants to live here?” award:
- Apatzingán, Michoacán: 43°C (ideal for frying eggs on the sidewalk).
- Mérida, Yucatán: 41°C (with the feeling of being inside a hair dryer).
- Culiacán, Sinaloa: 41°C (because the narco climate also wants its role).
- Campeche: 40°C (but with 100% more humidity, so that the suffering is complete).
And so the list goes, because what would Mexico be without a little climate drama?
Conclusion: we are all going to die (from heat)
So now you know: if you go out, bring a portable fan, three liters of water and a resigned attitude. Or better stay at home, under the air conditioning, dreaming of the winter that never comes. Because, let’s be honest, this is not a heat wave, it’s a declaration of war by nature.
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