Getting Better.
A little over 20 years ago I was in the middle of the Saudi Arabian desert at Prince Sultan Airbase, living in a tent. This was a few months after they blew up Khobar Towers, and the whole shebang keeping Saddam in his box was moved from Dhahran out to a place where there really was nothing to blow up except sand, scorpions, and snakes. We lived in a giant complex of tents next to the airfield. They were kinda air-conditioned, except the overloaded power cables would blow up every day as soon as it got hot. It wasn't great for those of us that worked nights, as it would go from 90F to 130F in less than a minute. I would usually get dressed and go to work, because the power on that side was more reliable. Giant sandstorms like something out of The Scorpion King would kick up every now and again, usually immediately after you walked out of the shower tent. A couple tents down from mine, two guys got bitten by sand vipers attracted by mice living under the floorb...