Malaysian Heat

Before visiting Malaysia, I considered that it might be the kind of place where the sight of a woman's naked elbows or ankles caused the local men to spontaneously ejaculate. In other words, perhaps not so great.   But the truth is that we've been having a fine time here. And while most of the Muslim women, young and old alike, wear conservative headscarves, the younger ones also tend to enjoy hip-hugging blue jeans and tight tops which show off their bodies. In light of that I suppose you could argue that the headscarf is just a practicality; heck, I might wear one myself to protect from this powerful sun.   I've enjoyed being outside most of my life, but getting burned in S.E.A. is a very easy thing to do. As soon as the sun hits my skin I feel what must be the prickle of UV particles; and I don't think that has to do with heat alone, because in the Cameron Highlands, where it was quite cool, I felt the touch of the sun very strongly.   Still, so far the sun's power has been the only major downside--if you can truly call it a downside considering that a kind of sunworship is that is part of the reason that we're here in the first place; our fear of the sun is greatly outweighed by our utter joy that it is nowhere near 50 below.     NB