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am an expert in climate change.
No, not THAT kind of climate change. Not
the kind of climate change that’s in the news
every day. To be specific, I’m talking about air
conditioners, particularly when it comes to travel.
Inevitably, when I get together with friends and
talk about travel, while everyone else talks about,
say, the grandeur of the Grand
Canyon, the incredible beauty of
Hawai‘i’s beaches, or the lights of
Paris, many of my most vivid
memories AFTER visiting one of
the world’s most noteworthy at-
tractions are about the unbelieva-
bly comfortable air conditioning.
Oh sure, I’ll do my best to come
up with some traditional anec-
dotes so my friends won’t look at
me in complete bewilderment. I’ll
say something like, “You know, I had no idea the
pyramids were that tall!” But deep down inside, I’m
actually thinking, “The airflow coming down from
the sixth-row seat of the tour bus literally blew my
You may ask, “Why do I have such a fascination
with air conditioning?” Well, you can blame my
As a child, most of my summer breaks were spent
travelling in Asia. China and Taiwan were usually
our destination. You might say I should appreciate
how lucky I was to go on such extensive travel as a
youth, and you’d be right. I had many adventures
and much to be thankful for.
But allow me to just give you the bottom line —
Asia in the summer is hot. It’s swelteringly hot.
Imagine being in Las Vegas in the middle of July,
but forced to walk around with smoking hot towels
draped all over you while you’re mandated to guzzle
down a boiling hot cup of tea.
It’s that kind of hot.
My most memorable trip was in the ’80s, and this
time, not with my parents. Some Chinese-American
youth may be familiar with this — my parents sent
me on The Love Boat.
For those who aren’t familiar with The Love Boat,
it’s a summer trip for Chinese-American teenagers
to travel to China to attend Chinese language
courses, as well as tour parts of their ancestral
history in the country. Learning about Chinese
history while improving your Chinese language
skills — that’s what it’s supposed to be.
For a bunch of 16-year-old kids, it’s more like a
hormone-driven dating-free-for-all. Don’t forget
that we were already sweltering in Beijing in the
middle of August and covered in smoking hot towels
— basically walking tinderboxes. I heard tales of
students spontaneously combusting in the searing
heat of the afternoon.
But back to the air conditioning.
At this point, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention
that while on my summer sojourn to Beijing, I did
visit The Great Wall. It was an
amazing sight. I would provide
more details but I didn’t see that
much after 45 minutes of walking
up some of the steep staircases on
the wall in the blistering heat. I
spent the rest of the day luxuri-
ating in the cool air-conditioned
confines of the tour bus.
It wasn’t much better when we
were on campus — five of us in a
small dorm room, with small
non-descript windows, with mosquito netting
draped around each bed to keep us from being eaten
alive, and most importantly: no air conditioning.
In fact, the only place on campus that did have air
conditioning was the classroom, where we spent a
few hours every day in Chinese language class. I
remember going through Mandarin pronunciation
drills, but mostly I remember the gentle hum of the
air conditioner as it quickly tempered my hormonal
fever pitch into a more manageable status.
One evening, while suffering through another
night of mosquito-infested dragon heat, I started
talking to Jeremy, one of my roommates. We came
up with a brilliant idea. If we don’t have air
conditioning in our dorm, why don’t we try sneaking
into the classroom and sleeping there?
So, late that night, we crept out of our heat
inferno dorm room and quietly made our way to the
building with the classroom. When we arrived at
the classroom, though, we immediately discovered
the door was locked. But being the resourceful,
air-conditioned-starved students that we were, we
noticed the transom window above the door was
slightly ajar. I managed to give Jeremy a boost up so
he could climb into the room and unlock the door.
What added to our luck was that the classroom
had an adjacent bathroom and shower. So, not only
were we about to sleep in climate-controlled bliss,
we would be freshly showered as well. We each took
a shower, and with bedding we had brought with us,
Jeremy and I laid in our makeshift beds literally
giggling like school girls at our ingenuity.
Think of it! All our ignorant fool schoolmates were
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