Here I stand, blistering hot, my blistered body sunburned and dehydrated, my lips chapped, my joints aching, my head throbbing. Every so often, I send an SOS signal using my ham radio, my frazzled mind forgetting that help is coming, slowly but surely. I hope I survive, at least a few more hours, so I can recover from this.

I wish I had never came here. You see, this was supposed to be my dream vacation. Instead, the sun is killing me.