
// DOCENTE OCASIONAL //
Maestría en Ingeniería de Sistemas y Computación
pregrado
Ingeniero Electrónico

// DOCENTE OCASIONAL //
Maestría en Ingeniería de Sistemas y Computación
pregrado
Ingeniero Electrónico
The wind on Hampstead Heath or Greenwich Park isn't a breeze; it's a full-throated roar from the Atlantic that hasn't encountered a decent hill for hundreds of miles. It arrives with a vendetta, determined to steal hats, unravel scarves, and turn a peaceful walk into a Le Mans-style battle against physics. It speaks in the wires and groans in the branches, a constant, loud companion that makes conversation impossible. You return from such excursions not refreshed, but wind-whipped and slightly deaf, with hair sculpted into strange, aerodynamic shapes. It's nature's blow-dryer, set to "arctic gale" and "maximum tangling." See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK.
That’s not a fog; it’s atmospheric soup.
A ‘storm cloud’ is just a darker grey.
A ‘high of 12’ is a tropical delight.
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A rainbow is a meteorological panic attack.
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‘Overcast’ is the default sky setting.
Humidity here makes you feel gently steamed.