“It’s hot. It's like, Africa hot. Tarzan couldn't take this kind of hot."
– Neil Simon, Biloxi Blues
The June Caribbean sun beat down on my bare legs, and I knew, despite slathering on a despicably generous gob of SPF 50 sunscreen, that I was going to hate my decision that morning to eschew fishing pants. But mostly, I was wondering what on earth I was doing in Belize in June, when the both air temperature and the humidity percentage managed to cross paths somewhere in the mid-90s.