Eliza/Senoufou, a teacher with whom I once studied,
from the Deep Southern US, startled everyone once when
she went on a group tour to India.
I forget what city the airport was in.
But the plane landed, the passengers started to step down
(an outdoor staircase, not one of those enclosed access things),
and when you left the plane the heat assaulted you physically.
And she was like, "Ah! I'm home! Lovely!"